Lyrics and translation b.u.g. mafia - La Vorbitor

La Vorbitor

Doar o periuta de dinti si o pereche de bocanci
Este tot ce am sunt la bulau de-abia de-un an
Sunt o gramada de legi nescrise si o vorba de '98: smecherii fac ce vor, fraierii fac ce pot
Din prima zi cum intrii aici ai grija sa-ti pazesti gaoaza
Nu te arunca prea mult la vorba, fi pe faza
Am scos om pe interval, la bataie pentru pat
Nu sunt nici prea bun, nici nu ma simt prea bazat
Acum, omu' ma vaneaza, cunoaste mult prea multa lume
Tre' sa stii sa faci glume
Tre' sa-ti tii capul pe umeri
Pe gardian la-m ginit e un mare bulangiu
Pana plec am sa-l fac deocamdata tre' sa tac
Nu tu fiare de tras
E Romania
Faci flotari grupa mare
Asta este puscaria
Tiganii sunt cu ai lor, romanii sunt cu ai lor
Toata ziua Dan Armeanca bat tatuaje si omor
Vezi din celula in celula baietii cum se antreneaza
Pumni in zid, picioare, vene isi dreteaza
Am o gramada de tovarasi insa totusi prea putini
Nu ma cred decat in mine, e mai bine
Trec incet pe culoar si aud soapte
Pentru gabori nu conteaza daca esti in pat la noapte
Trec incet, incet si vad priviri de neinteles
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Nu s-a schimbat nimic, n-o sa se schimbe nimic
E tot atat de rece ca atunci cand eram mic
Spune cati tovarasi sunt inchisi la mangleala?
Multi
Cati gabori sunt numai pe ciordeala?
Toti
O gramada de manarii si de dosare tirate
Mai mult ca sigur, frate
MI-e dor de-o p****
Si de-n join, frate
Pentru baietii din cartier
Le spun sa mearga mai departe
Am multe sa zic as putea chiar sa fac liste
Multi nu rezista si se comporta ca niste p****
Am boala pe toata lumea pot sa spun chiar si pe mine
Ma i-au in gura cu toti jegosii fiindca nu suport pe nimeni
Zici ca nu s-a schimbat nimic?
Ba da gaborii, dar sunt aceleasi fotolii cu alte gaoaze de bulangii
Tre' sa fi prea prea baiat, tre' sa ai cap
Aici e full de perversi cine-i pe bune alai bazat
N-ai frecat
N-ai rupt un cap
Te duci in jos jos jos
Nu cuminte in banca ta te omori cu toti si esti bengos
Cam atat despre bulau frate-meu raman pe faza
Am sa ies iara de aici si am sa vin iarasi acasa
Trec incept pe culoar si aud soapte
Pentru gabori nu conteaza daca esti in pat la noapte
Trec incet, incet si vad priviri de neinteles
Transmisie in direct din arïpa de vest

The Speaker

Just a toothbrush and a pair of boots
That's all I have, I have been in jail for a year
There are a lot of unwritten laws and a saying from '98: bullies do what they want, cowards do what they can
From the first day you enter here, be careful to protect your mouth
Don't talk too much, be alert
I got a guy out on parole, he was beaten up for a bed
I'm not too good, and I don't feel too good
Now, the man is after me, he knows too many people
You have to know how to make jokes
You have to keep your head on your shoulders
I figured the guard is a big bully
Until I leave, I have to keep him quiet for now
No weights to lift
This is Romania
You do group push-ups
This is prison
Gypsies stick with their own, Romanians stick with their own
All day long, Dan Armeanca does tattoos and kills
You see from cell to cell the boys training
Fists on the wall, legs, they straighten out their veins
I have a lot of comrades, but still too few
I only believe in myself, it's better
I walk slowly down the corridor and hear whispers
For the guards, it doesn't matter if you're in bed at night
I walk slowly, slowly, and I see incomprehensible looks
Live broadcast from the west wing
Nothing has changed, nothing will change
It's just as cold as when I was a kid
Tell me, how many comrades are in jail for burglary?
Many
How many guards are only on the take?
All of them
A lot of dirty dealings and rigged cases
More than likely, my friend
I miss a girl
And a joint, friend
For the guys in the neighborhood
I tell them to keep going
I have a lot to say, I could even make lists
Many can't handle it and behave like girls
I am sickened by everyone, I can even say myself
They trash me because I can't stand anybody
You say nothing has changed?
No sir, the guards, but it's the same chairs with different mouths of bullies
You have to be a real man, you have to have a brain
Here it's full of perverts, whoever's real is really good
You didn't rub
You didn't break a head
You go down, down, down
Not docile in your bench, you kill everyone and you're a savage
That's about it for jail, my friend, I'll stay alert
I'll get out of here again and I'll come home again
I walk slowly down the corridor and hear whispers
For the guards, it doesn't matter if you're in bed at night
I walk slowly, slowly, and I see incomprehensible looks
Live broadcast from the west wing