Lyrics and translation Bitza feat. Freakadadisk - Cantecul si povestea lui

Cantecul si povestea lui

In prima zi de liceu mi-au luat sapca cu japca,
M-alintam cu gandul ca se-ntoarce roata,
Am incalcat regulile mai tarziu, evident
Contra exemplu perfect Declarat permanent.
Tutun alcool si droguri se invarteau in jur,
Din 7 zile 5 eram mahmur, snur se tineau baieramele
Dispareau sticlele mai repede ca zilele.
Belelele nu apareau decat cu ai mei,
Cand ma vedeau ca umblu doar cu derbedei,
Plin de idei, pentru o iesire din banal,
Acel copil ciudat, cu acel ceva special.
Ca un sprit au trecut 4 ani de liceu,
Sapca altuia era acum pe capul meu.
Intram in viata combatant, luptator,
In razbouil in care nimeni nu e invingator.

Toti ne luam usor locul in societate,
Unii au dat la facultate, altii in cap la bloc in spate.
Prea multe tentatii prea putini bani,
In loc sa-ti iei o slujba iei in tribunale ani.
Din toata agitatia si scandalul din liceu,
Ai un gol din ce in ce mai mare in jurul tau.
Tot mai multe telefoane ocupate,
Tot mai multe fete intristate.
In loc de rasete auzi tipete si te feresti,
Te intrebi daca asa se intampla atunci cand cresti.
Esti un ghinionist sau e o zi mai proasta,

Te amagesti cu gandul ca o sa treaca.
Inca o zi, si inca o zi, si inca o zi,
Daca e marti sau vineri numai stii.
Te trezesti ca din cosmar cu totu-n fata,
25 de lumanari pe el si astepti sa te faci varza.

Privind prin prisma celor 25 de ani,
Inca ma mai caut din priviri printre pustani.
Ar trebui sa fiu probabil mai responsanil,
In cazul meu particular nu e prea valabil.
Ma culc de fiecare data plictisit,
Gandind fara sperante la un viitor mai fericit.
In loc de planuri imi fac griji,
Mergend cu grija printre Hero, Iarba si Hasis.
Trec anii mai repede decat ai vrea,
Ai tot mai putini tovarasi in preajma ta.
Unul sta in Germania, altul fura-n State,
Altul e la puscarie cu venele sparte.
Certuri cu parintii, totul se complica,
Acum nu vor o nota buna, vor o slujba bine platita.
Nu vor sa inteleaga ce vrei tu sa faci deloc,
Nu vor sa inteleaga ca nu esti robot.
Te scoli mereu mai obosit, ce ciudat,
Si iti repeti lectia care ti-ai bagat-o in cap:
Inca mai ai o viata in fata,
Te intrebi si tu daca e consolare sau pedeapsa.

Song and her story

On the first day of high school, they snatched my cap with force,
I consoled myself with the thought that the wheel would turn,
Later, I broke the rules, of course,
A perfect counter-example, permanently declared.
Tobacco, alcohol, and drugs were swirling around,
I was drunk for 5 days out of 7, and the merrymaking continued without end,
The bottles disappeared quicker than my days.
Troubles only appeared with my family,
When they saw me hanging out with hooligans,
Full of ideas for a way out of the ordinary,
That strange kid with that special something.
Four years of high school went by like a breeze,
Someone else's cap was now on my head.
I entered life as a fighter, a warrior,
In a war where no one is the victor.

We all gradually found our place in society,
Some went to college, others smashed bottles on the back of the block.
Too many temptations, too little money,
Instead of getting a job, you get years in court.
Out of all the hustle and bustle and scandal of high school,
You have a growing emptiness around you.
More and more busy phones,
More and more sad faces.
Instead of laughter, you hear screams and you flinch,
You wonder if this is what happens when you grow up.
Are you unlucky or is it just a bad day,

You fool yourself into thinking it will pass.
One more day, and one more day, and one more day,
Whether it's Tuesday or Friday, you no longer know.
You wake up as if from a nightmare, with everything in front of you,
25 candles on it, and you wait to turn into a wreck.

Looking through the prism of 25 years,
I still keep looking for the old me among the young.
I should probably be more responsible,
In my particular case, it's not very applicable.
I go to bed bored every time,
Thinking without hope of a brighter future.
Instead of plans, I worry,
Carefully navigating between Hero, Weed, and Hashish.
The years pass faster than you would like,
You have fewer and fewer comrades around you.
One is in Germany, another is stealing in the States,
Another is in prison with his veins blown out.
Arguments with parents, everything gets complicated,
Now they don't want a good grade, they want a well-paid job.
They don't want to understand what you want to do at all,
They don't want to understand that you're not a robot.
You wake up more and more tired, how strange,
And you repeat the lesson you've gotten into your head:
You still have your whole life ahead of you,
You wonder if it's a consolation or a punishment.