Lyrics and translation Cheloo - Operatiunea C*r Pansat

Operatiunea C*r Pansat

Daaa., acest ton optimuist, daaa... multumesc
Um. si iata cum pica pe beat Impins de plictiseala am mai smuls un cuvant
Neintelegand de unde p**a mea atat avant
Avand acum avant am hotarat sa sperii microfonu′
Cand dau tonu cracanatele p**a tamponul
Simt cum renaste sentimentul national, normal
Pacat ca-i vorba de o alta tara si yo nu's rational
Traieste din minciuni, banii sunt foarte buni
Aduna 10 fraieri si prefa-te ca le faci minuni
Ca maidanezu m****s pe stalpul dreptatii
Cand dreptatea-i stramba si nu vad lumina diminetii
Opinia publica e deacord ca fac prea urat
Cand vreau sa ma fac auzit intr-un film mut
Mesaj catre extraterestrii adresat prin linkuri
Sugeti p**a pana-albiti nu sunteti singuri
Pamanteni, vreti o ploaie de stele?
Nuu, o ploaie de MIG-uri
Dati mai tare-n boxe sa sara supa din linguri
Juma′ de tara umbla trasa sau beata
Condusa d'un concitadin cu apucaturi de fata
Bai rozeta decomandata, ai mintea congelata
Opariti-ai p**a si pisateai-n sticla pisata
Sunt cu adevarat bogat, m-am stabilizat
Si dintr-o data tot in jurul meu-i atat de minunat
Vam pupat, vam salutat, cu respectul meritat
Mandru ca un sef de stat prezidand un c***t
Operatiunea c*r pansat, unii inca cauta diamante'n c***t
Spalati-va pe maini, nu luati pastile de cap, sunteti praf
Si mi-e greu sa va promit c-o sa incerc sa va plac
Asta-i hitul verii cantat la unison
Recomandat de dentistul tau cu Parkingson
(Parkingson, parkingson, parkingson...)
Imi zboara gandul cum zboara zdreanta ta de la etaj,
Moralu′ nu e la pamant da e in plin picaj
Mereu in avantaj, dau semnale educative
Caci va s*****i domestic in prezervative
Adevarul e trist, ca victima de lunetist
Daca trageam destula c*****a ajungeam fotbalist
Lovesc precis, raman realist, ca stana de piatra
Inghetata in fata unui c*r de teoctist
Pupi in p**a arabii, e foarte trist
In tara ta nu dau doi bani pe existenta ta de onasilt
Mi-am permis sa fac versuri violente
Caci inimile voastre lente au nevoie de stimulente permanente
Ooo, tu neiubitor de ciori,
Vezi in mortzii tai un viitor pavat cu flori
Nori negri de furtuna deasupra se aduna
De acuma-n colo fraiere, jucam in nocturna
Te ajut eu, cand nu te ajuta nimeni, doar prieten sa imi pari
Caci ma simt inconjurat de ciori albe si de cocalari
Cand iti zic faci ochii mari, atat de mari
Ca pot sa infing in ei un pai si zece pari

Operation Stuffed A**

Yeah, this optimistic tone, yeah... thanks
Um, and here's how I fall on the beat, driven by boredom, I snatched another word
Not understanding where the f**k all this momentum comes from
Having momentum now, I decided to scare the microphone
When I give the tone, the f**king tampon cracks
I feel the national sentiment reborn, normal
Too bad it's about another country and I'm not rational
He lives on lies, the money is very good
Gather 10 suckers and pretend you're doing miracles for them
Like a mutt, I s**t on the pillar of justice
When justice is crooked and I don't see the morning light
Public opinion agrees that I'm doing too ugly
When I want to make myself heard in a silent film
Message to aliens addressed through links
Suck my d**k until you're white, you're not alone
Earthlings, you want a rain of stars?
No, a rain of MIGs
Turn up the speakers so the soup jumps out of the spoons
Half the country walks around high or drunk
Led by a fellow citizen with the manners of a girl
Hey, decommissioned rosette, you have a frozen mind
Shut the f**k up and piss in the crushed bottle
I'm truly rich, I've stabilized
And suddenly everything around me is so wonderful
Kissed you, greeted you, with deserved respect
Proud as a head of state presiding over a c**t
Operation stuffed a**, some still look for diamonds in s**t
Wash your hands, don't take headache pills, you're dust
And it's hard for me to promise I'll try to please you
This is the summer hit sung in unison
Recommended by your dentist with Parkinson's
(Parkinson's, parkinson's, parkinson's...)
My mind flies like your rag from the floor,
Morality is not on the ground but it is in free fall
Always in advantage, I give educational signals
Because you s**t domestically in condoms
The truth is sad, like a sniper victim
If I had pulled enough s**t I would have become a football player
I hit accurately, I remain realistic, like a stone sheepfold
Frozen in front of a theocratic a**
Kiss the Arabs in the a**, it's very sad
In your country they don't give two cents for your existence as an ass-licker
I allowed myself to write violent lyrics
Because your slow hearts need permanent stimulants
Ooo, you crow-hater,
See in your dead a future paved with flowers
Black storm clouds gather above
From now on sucker, we play in the night
I'll help you when nobody helps you, just seem like a friend to me
Because I feel surrounded by white crows and rednecks
When I tell you, you make your eyes big, so big
That I can stick a straw and ten stakes in them