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Friendship is rare,
Do you know what I'm sayin' to you?
Friendship is rare.
My derriere,
When you find out much later
That they don't really care.
It's rare to me, can't you see?

Oh shit there's the fair,
Could you hand me that shotgun buddy,
Also that chair?
We're fighting a bear
Now your life's in grave danger
And you don't even care.
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me,
Say a prayer for me,
'Cause it's rare to be
In Tenacious D.

Friends will be friends
They're running naked in the sand,
Friends holding hands
Will someday surely form a band,
Friends will be friends
They say that friends are friends
To the bitter end.

to, ze si tady jen tak ctes tuhle
basen, je iluze.
ve skutecnosti je to
vic nez obycejna
basnicka.
je to zebrakuv nuz.
je to tulipan.
je to vojak pochodujici
Madridem.
jsi to ty na
smrtelne posteli.
je to Li Po chechtajici se
dole pod zemi.
tohle neni zadna posrana
basnicka.
tohle je spici kun.
motyl, ktery ti poletuje
v hlave.
je to cirkus
jako prase.
ne ze ty si ctes
stranku v knize.
to ona si cte
tebe.
citis?
je jako kobra.
je to jako hladovy orel,
co ti krouzi kolem lustru.

tohle neni zadna basnicka.
basnicky jsou nudne.

Is it really possible, you know, as they say,
that everything that could have been said,
had already been told?
Is it possible,
that all that now is,
is meaningless,
devalued,
repeated over and over for billion times
like this very page,
just a repetition of past?
Did we fall into archeology of words,
picking the ones that are the least trivial?

Did we miss the end of history?
Did we exhaust ourselves,
while we were busy loving,
praying,
fucking,
inventing yet another solution how to not die,
that we didnt notice it ended already?

Did we really devalued ourselves to such level,
that all that is left is survival,
for whatever reason
and at any cost?

So, how about now?