Paroles et traduction b.u.g. mafia - Viata Merge Inainte

Viata Merge Inainte

Am o poveste Tre' sa va spun, G-YEAH
Cum 3 baieti incercau sa fie duri, G-YEAH
Unu e Uzzi, Pantelimon, capat 14
Ciordeli masini, smenuri marunte
Aveam 16.
Eram un pusti gaozar, pentru cel mare
Imi doream atat de mult sa fiu la fel ca el de tare,
Era baiat, niciodata nu intra in cacat,
Banii curgeau garla avea femei, avea cap.
Ma'ntrebam ce pot sa fac, sa fiu la fel
Sa vorbesc ca el, sa merg ca el, sa arat ca el
Sa am bani ca el.
Il supara cineva, il impusca, nimeni n'afla,
Gaborii erau degeaba, el era deasupra.
Intr'o seara, eram baieti dupa ciordeala
Trei masini odata, insa ca unu s'a ginit.
Au venit cativa in cartier sa ne rupa capatana,
El era acolo in colt... ca'n totdeauna
I'a vazut pe baietii cu scandal, 3 gloante'n cap,
Au cazut toti pe asfalt la fel, nimeni n'a aflat.
Pentru noi 3, a fost o seara mare,
De atunci eram baietii, celui mai tare.
Mr. Juice, Tataee, acum baiat bazat
Stiu povesti de cartier cat sa scriu si un roman,
Am stat cu ai mei langa nr 1 in zona,
Smenari de cartier, cu pumnul de o tona.
Am invatat cum sa facem smenu' bine,
Cum sa'i faci pe huseni sa aiba tarsa de tine,
Auru' atarna greu acum la gatul meu,
50 50 multe mai multe aliniate in portmoneu.
Am avut profesor, nota 10 bengos
Ne durea pe noi in pula, banu se facea frumos
Imi amintesc cum, hai la munca spunea tata,
Radeam shi'i raspundeam: Intorc banii cu lopata,
Faceam de toate furam, dadeam shi'n cap
Teava'n ceafa, omu mort dus departe shi'ngropat.
Zi si noapte nu conta, scandal sau bairam,
Legea'n cartier, noi o faceam.
Imi aduc si'acum aminte de zilele de atunci,
O frecam prin cartier si le luam banii la fraieri.
Nu ne pasa de cine erau ce faceau,
Banii, doar bani ne trebuiau.
Eram smecheri de cartier, bazati pe cel mai tare,
Toti ne cunosteau, nimeni nu statea in picioare,
Pana intr'o zi, cand totul s'a sfarsit,
Lacomia, asta l'a dovedit.
A vrut sa traga un tun, sa'l faca pe cel mai bun,
N'a stiut sa se opreasca, s'a ales c'un glont in teasta.
Suntem pe cont propriu nimeni nu ne protejeaza,
Politia ne cauta, dusmanii ne vaneaza.
Si ma'ntreb daca'i bine s'o tinem tot asa
Pentru borfas conteaza banu' mai putin conteaza viata.
D'aia n'o sa ma opresc, continuu jefuiesc,
Azi sunt bine da' s'ar putea sa o mïerlesc.

Life Goes On

I've got a story to tell you, G-YEAH
About 3 boys trying to be tough, G-YEAH
One is Uzzi, from Pantelimon, 14th district
Stealing cars, petty scams
I was 16.
I was a cocky kid, looking up to the big guy
I wanted so bad to be as tough as him,
He was a real man, never got into trouble,
Money flowed like a river, he had women, he had brains.
I wondered what I could do, to be like him
To talk like him, to walk like him, to look like him
To have money like him.
Someone crossed him, he'd shoot them, no one would find out,
The cops were useless, he was above them.
One evening, we were out stealing cars
Three cars at once, but things went south.
Some guys came to the neighbourhood to beat us up,
He was there in the corner... like always
He saw the troublemakers, 3 bullets to the head,
They all fell on the asphalt, no one knew a thing.
For us 3, it was a big night,
From then on, we were the toughest guy's boys.
Mr. Juice, Tataee, now a respected man
I know enough neighbourhood stories to write a novel,
I hung out with my guys next to the #1 in the area,
Neighbourhood hustlers, with fists of steel.
I learned how to hustle well,
How to make the cops fear you,
Gold hangs heavy around my neck now,
50s and 100s stacked in my wallet.
I had a teacher, a grade A gangster
We didn't give a damn, the money was flowing
I remember how my dad used to say, "Go to work",
I'd laugh and reply: "I'm making money with a shovel",
We did everything, stealing, fighting,
A pipe to the back of the head, the dead man taken away and buried.
Day and night it didn't matter, fights or parties,
We made the law in the neighbourhood.
I still remember those days,
Hanging around the neighbourhood, taking fools' money.
We didn't care who they were or what they did,
Money, we just needed money.
We were neighbourhood hustlers, backed by the toughest guy,
Everyone knew us, no one dared to stand up to us,
Until one day, when it all ended,
Greed, that's what did him in.
He wanted to pull off a big one, to make it big,
He didn't know when to stop, ended up with a bullet in his head.
We're on our own, no one protects us,
The police are looking for us, our enemies are hunting us.
And I wonder if it's right to keep going like this
For a thug, money matters less than life.
That's why I won't stop, I keep robbing,
Today I'm good, but I might die tomorrow.