Lyrics and translation F.Charm feat. Dragos Miron - Derbedei

Derbedei

Derbedei, dau arta din condei
Poeziile se nasc pe strazi si pe alei
Derbedei, dau arta din condei
Poeziile se nasc pe strazi si pe alei
F.Charm:
Da-mi un lacat am cheia de gat, constient de mult
Ca sa gust traiu frumos, tre sa ma-ndop din urat
Profesori mi-au fost golanii cu pumnii-n vant
Ce-au sadit povesti-n mine pe care pe flow le cant
Sunt unsi cu toate cremele
Iau la pula problemele
La zi mi-am facut temele
Din ei mi-am scris poemele
Au ridicat volumele
Sa mi se-aud-albumele
Nu si-au schimbat costumele
Nu i-au schimbat nici sumele
Wadada dang wadadadada dang
Stiu derbedei in ochi cu Ţuţea si-n casti cu Wu tang
Wadada dang wadadadada dang
Stiu derbedei cu spliff in nas ca si Spragga Benz
Derbedeii au vointa coaie
Derbedeii-si pun viata pe foaie
Repezinta merg direct la tinta
Sunt poetii din oglinda, noi
Derbedei, dau arta din condei
Poeziile se nasc pe strazi si pe alei
Derbedei, dau arta din condei
Poeziile se nasc pe strazi si pe alei
Strofa 2:
Cand eram pusti cresteam c-o gasca de ciudati, alcoolici si-antrenati
Sa nu dam inapoi de la orice cacat ni se-ntampla
Cand esti un pusti si cresti c-o gasca
De ciudati alcoolici, imbibati cu droguri
Fara tata, nu te vei schimba vreodata
Hai odata Dragos, nu te mai purta de parca lumea e a ta
Intr-o buna zi vei regreta
Haaa, ma pis pe voi, priveste cate sticle am
O sa le beau pe toate deodata si voi vomita
Nu-mi pasa cine sunteti voi,
Nu aveti sange-n voi, noi avem sange-n foi
Dati-va jos de pe planeta mea
Haide dispari, spune-le pamantenilor ca-mi pare rau
Da' niciodata nu ma voi schimba
Copii, va place muzica? (daaa)
Atunci lasa-ti prostiile, puneti mana si faceti ce-auziti in ea
Pisati-va pe scoala si fugiti in iad
Faceti toate mizeriile si nu le regretati!
Derbedei, dau arta din condei
Poeziile se nasc pe strazi si pe alei
Derbedei, dau arta din condei
Poeziile se nasc pe strazi si pe alei

Rebel

Rebel, I give art from my pen
Poetry is born in the streets and alleys
Rebel, I give art from my pen
Poetry is born in the streets and alleys
F.Charm:
Give me a lock, I have the key around my neck, I've known for a long time
That to taste a beautiful life, I must indulge in the ugly
My professors were the thugs with fists in the air
Who planted stories in me that I sing about on the flow
They are anointed with all the creams
I take problems to the dick
I did my homework on time
I wrote my poems out of them
They turned up the volume
To hear my albums
They have not changed their costumes
They haven't changed their sums either
Wadada dang wadadadada dang
I know rebels who look like Ţuţea and listen to Wu tang
Wadada dang wadadadada dang
I know rebels with spliffs in their noses like Spragga Benz
Rebels have will and balls
Rebels put their lives on paper
They represent and go straight for the target
We are the poets in the mirror
Rebel, I give art from my pen
Poetry is born in the streets and alleys
Rebel, I give art from my pen
Poetry is born in the streets and alleys
Verse 2:
When I was a kid, I grew up with a gang of weirdos, alcoholics and trained
Not to back down from any shit that happens to us
When you're a kid and you grow up with a gang
Of weirdo alcoholics, soaked in drugs
Without a father, you will never change
Come on Dragos, stop acting like the world is yours
One day you will regret it
Haaa, I piss on you, look how many bottles I have
I'm going to drink them all at once and I'm going to vomit
I don't care who you are,
You have no blood in you, we have blood in our sheets
Get off my planet
Come on, disappear, tell the earthlings I'm sorry
But I will never change
Kids, do you like music? (yes)
Then drop the bullshit, get to work and do what you hear in it
Fuck school and run to hell
Do all the evil and don't regret it!
Rebel, I give art from my pen
Poetry is born in the streets and alleys
Rebel, I give art from my pen
Poetry is born in the streets and alleys