Lyrics and translation b.u.g. mafia - Estu' Sălbatic

Estu' Sălbatic

Estu′ salbatic il vezi
Prin ochii mei si nu crezi
Ca e normal... (Uzzi: peste lege, peste mila, peste patul de spital)

Stop cadru. Capat 1-4.
Fatal orice gest, aici nu se joaca teatru.
Sanatatea-i cea mai important-ai grija de ea,
Pentru ca gloantele sant rele pentru sanatatea ta.
Cu cine mortii ma-tii crezi acum ca vorbesti,
Cu cine mortii ma-tii crezi tu ca te tocmesti,
Cu cine mortii ma-tii ai ajuns sa faci afaceri,
Ce stii tu, de fapt e cine tace si face.
Nu facem parte, nu-mpartim nimic
Si nu ne place sa cerem, mai bine luam, vreau sa zic.
Imi bag p**a-n ei de gabori si a lor emisiune,
Smecherie, pa felie, gabori de televiziune.
(Aici e Pantelimon, in 2000, la fel,)
Estu salbatic iti prezinta anarhia din el.
Asa ca pac, (pac), pac, (pac), pac, pac,
Esti in est, Bucuresti, Capat 14 gloante-n cap.

Refren Cateva sticle de vin, niste baieti la colt de strada,
O privire mai ciudata, scandalu sa inceapa
Si nu dureaza mult, gard-apare ca in filme,
Da ti-am intins capatana pe asfalt, mult prea bine,
Cu bata, mai bine plange ma-ta, ba,
Fa p**a mare doar atunci cand stii ca nu-ti intra-n gura ca
S-ar putea sa trezesti legat de vreun copac
Sau ca vreo doua tone de Mertzan te mangaie pe cap.
Daca sant si bani la mijloc, viata ta nu poa sa fie
Nici macar jumatate din suma de pe hartie,
Deci e grav...,
O alta treaba care poate sa te-aduca-n fata mea, doar o parte.
Regulile nu le fac eu, iti vin cu viata, aici te nasti cum cresti,
Asa traiesti ca esti
In Est Europa, Est Romania, Est Bucuresti,
Ghinion, Pantelimon.

Refren Din estu salbatic ma ridic sa explic,
Tarfe si borfasi, ascultati ce va zic.
Nu e smecherie sa te pui cu oricine,
Dar e o smecherie sa ai un pistol cu tine.
Si sa-l folosesti atunci cand tre sa scapi cu viata,
Sa apesi pa tragaci, sa nu te uiti cine e-n fata,
Ca sant multi, prea... prea multi cacati tari in muie,
Ii bagi pa toti in seama ajungi la parnaie.
Co*ie, se ridica cel ce are sange-n p**a,
Care stie exact ce cuvant a scos pa gura,
(Uzzi: Fiindca poti c-o simpla vorba
Sa ajungi la morga
Si mai poti cu-n simplu gest
Sa ajungi in arest. Yo!)
Afaceri cu **** si celulare (japca),
Baga multi drogati, tot mai multi la parnaie.
Unii mor de cutit, altii mor de pistol,
Totu-i bine-atata timp cat imi aleg cum vreau sa mor.

Wild East

You see the wild east
Through my eyes and you can't believe
That it's normal... (Uzzi: beyond law, beyond mercy, beyond the hospital bed)

Freeze frame. Capat 1-4.
Every gesture is fatal, there's no acting here.
Health is the most important thing, take care of it,
Because bullets are bad for your health.
Who the f*ck do you think you're talking to now,
Who the f*ck do you think you're messing with,
Who the f*ck did you end up doing business with,
What you know, in fact, is who keeps quiet and gets things done.
We're not part of it, we don't share anything
And we don't like to ask, we'd rather take, I mean.
I don't give a f*ck about the cops and their show,
Cunning, sliced, TV cops.
(This is Pantelimon, in 2000, the same,)
The wild east presents you the anarchy within it.
So bang, (bang), bang, (bang), bang, bang,
You're in the east, Bucharest, Capat 14 bullets in your head.

Chorus A few bottles of wine, some guys on the street corner,
A strange look, let the scandal begin
And it doesn't take long, the fence appears like in the movies,
Yeah, I laid your head out on the asphalt, too well,
With a bat, your mom better cry, man,
Talk big only when you know you can't handle it because
You might wake up tied to a tree
Or like a two-ton Mercedes caresses your head.
If there's money involved, your life can't be
Not even half the amount on paper,
So it's serious...,
Another thing that can bring you in front of me, just a part.
I don't make the rules, you come with life, here you're born how you grow up,
That's how you live because you are
In East Europe, East Romania, East Bucharest,
Bad luck, Pantelimon.

Chorus From the wild east I rise to explain,
Whores and crooks, listen to what I say.
It's not smart to mess with anyone,
But it's smart to have a gun with you.
And to use it when you have to escape with your life,
Pull the trigger, don't look who's in front,
Because there are many, too... too many tough sh*ts,
You mind them all, you end up in jail.
B*tch, the one with blood in his d*ck rises,
Who knows exactly what word he said,
(Uzzi: Because with a simple word
You can end up in the morgue
And with a simple gesture
You can end up in jail. Yo!)
Business with **** and cell phones (robbery),
Get a lot of junkies, more and more in jail.
Some die by knife, others die by gun,
Everything's fine as long as I choose how I want to die.