Текст и перевод песни Puya - Luni.marti.miercuri (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday)

Luni.marti.miercuri (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday)

Luni, marti sunt cu derbedeii
Miercuri, joi sunt tot cu eii
Vineri, sambata din nou
Duminica sunt mort
Ca am comis'o rau

Ce bine ma simt
Cand sunt in pielea mea
Vin acasa rupt
Cad mort pe canapea
Ne place asa
Bem pana dimineata
Ajunsi la munca imbracati de club
Le cade fata
Fata care mi'a redat speranta aseara
N'a vrut sa mai plece
Cum era s'o dau afara?
Ma jur
Asta'i ultima oara
Nu mai beau
Fara pastile, fara coca
Ca nu mai iau
Ce. nu pot sa stau pe camera cuminte
Eu ma uit la film
Iubita imi face clatite
Mobilu pe silent
Sunt derbedeu
Iar le-am dat la tarfele astea nr meu
Me gusta la debandada
N'am banii de la tata
Ii am de la mine
Si sunt aproape gata
Daca nu vin in sume dealea mari
De la mine zboara
De zici ca'i dau la lautari
Luni, marti sunt cu derbedeii
Miercuri, joi sunt tot cu eii
Vineri, sambata din nou
Duminica sunt mort
Ca am comis'o rau
Niste sani tari
O sticla de vin. hai trei
Miercuri spre joi
Si eu stau cu derbedei
Imaginatia atinge cote alarmante
Minciunile vin pe nerasuflate
Garsoniera e birou
T***a lu coleg o suge bine si io zic
'O sa vina urgent'
Feministele ar spune 'bai nu e corect'
'Shh. ciocu mic. ca si pe voi va'astept'
Ma trezesc cu soarele
Care imi bate'n fata
Sticle langa pat
Si putina greata
Ingeru meu pazitor
Parca'i adormit
Gura si'a racit
Si acum e plictisit
Dracusoru imi tipa in creier intruna
'Gabi tre sa te treci, hai ca se ingraosa gluma'
Camera se'nvarte
Insa dupa o bere
Am 200 cai putere. mersi vere!!
Hahahaha
Luni, marti sunt cu derbedeii
Miercuri, joi sunt tot cu eii
Vineri, sambata din nou
Duminica sunt mort
Ca am comis'o rau
Me gusta la debandada
Chem brigada
Sa facem ceva
Ca mi s'a pus pata
Iarba nu mai bag ca ma panicheaza
Prieteni trag des
Si deasta ma streseaza. exagereaza
Pipe alte alea
'E marfa proasta, nu ma mai ia tigara'
Incerc sa nu mai pacatuiesc
Sa ma potolesc
E asa de greu
Incat nici nu reusesc
Imi place sa golanesc, nu'i firesc
Tot ce'i interzis eu prea mult iubesc
Sa conduc beat mort cu sticla pe bord
Sa mixez bere cu coniac e deja un sport
Ei zic ca daca dai de bani multi te dilesti
Eu zic nono, deabia atunci traiesti
Stai ca prostu sa muncesti
In loc sa golanesti
Atunci cu siguranta
O sa innebunesti
Luni, marti sunt cu derbedeii
Miercuri, joi sunt tot cu eii
Vineri, sambata din nou
Duminica sunt mort
Ca am comïs'o rau

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Mondays, Tuesdays I'm with the bad boys
Wednesdays, Thursdays I'm still with the crew
Fridays, Saturdays all over again
Sundays I'm dead
Cause I messed up bad

Feels so good
When I'm in my own skin
Come home wasted
Fall dead on the couch
We like it like that
We drink till the morning light
Arrive at work still dressed for the club
Their jaws drop
The girl who gave me hope last night
Didn't want to leave
How could I kick her out?
I swear
This is the last time
No more drinking
No pills, no coke
Cause I'm not taking any more
What, can't I just stay home and behave?
I'm watching a movie
My girl is making pancakes
Phone on silent
I'm a bad boy
I gave these hoes my number again
Me gusta la debandada
I don't have my dad's money
I have my own
And I'm almost done
If it doesn't come in those big amounts
They're outta here
You'd think I'm giving it to street musicians
Mondays, Tuesdays I'm with the bad boys
Wednesdays, Thursdays I'm still with the crew
Fridays, Saturdays all over again
Sundays I'm dead
Cause I messed up bad
Some firm breasts
A bottle of wine, let's make it three
Wednesday into Thursday
And I'm hanging with bad boys
Imagination reaches alarming heights
Lies come out breathlessly
The studio apartment is an office
My colleague's b**** sucks it good and I say
'She'll be here urgently'
Feminists would say 'hey, that's not right'
'Shh, keep it down, I'm waiting for you too'
I wake up with the sun
Shining in my face
Bottles by the bed
And a little nausea
My guardian angel
Seems to be asleep
His mouth has gone cold
And now he's bored
The little devil screams in my head constantly
'Gabi, you gotta get yourself together, this joke is getting old'
The room is spinning
But after a beer
I have 200 horsepower, thanks bro!!
Hahahaha
Mondays, Tuesdays I'm with the bad boys
Wednesdays, Thursdays I'm still with the crew
Fridays, Saturdays all over again
Sundays I'm dead
Cause I messed up bad
Me gusta la debandada
Calling the squad
Let's do something
Cause I got the urge
I don't smoke weed anymore, it makes me paranoid
My friends smoke often
And that stresses me out, they overdo it
Pipes and other stuff
'It's bad stuff, cigarettes don't do it for me anymore'
I try not to sin anymore
To calm down
It's so hard
That I can't even succeed
I like to be a thug, it's not natural
Everything that's forbidden, I love too much
To drive drunk with a bottle on the dashboard
Mixing beer with cognac is already a sport
They say if you get a lot of money, you chill out
I say no way, that's when you really live
You sit like a fool and work
Instead of being a thug
Then for sure
You'll go crazy
Mondays, Tuesdays I'm with the bad boys
Wednesdays, Thursdays I'm still with the crew
Fridays, Saturdays all over again
Sundays I'm dead
Cause I messed up bad