Paroles et traduction Bvcovia - Povesti

Povesti

Banii (Banii)
Banii, banii, banii (Banii, banii, banii)
Poveștile, golanii (Poveștile, golanii)
Ne-au crescut odată cu anii, cu anii

Ai auzit vreodată povești din cartier despre golani?
Despre târfe la produs, despre mașini la samsari?
Despre țigani cu bani, despre mită, polițai?
Despre cum unii-s la greu doar că au vândut un gram?
Boutique-ul de la colț și cum au intrat pe geam?
Despre cum unii se bat pentru curva de la bar?
Despre muncitori ce și-au dat salarii la zar?
Despre lacheu' cartierului ce purta-n spate ghiozdan?
Ai vorbit despre familii ce aveau zeci de ani de rate?
Sau despre copiii lor ce-au văzut fructe-n aparate?
Despre potențial dar fără bani de facultate?
Despre prieteni bulangii ce-s oricând gata să sape?
Părinți divorțați sau chiar mame decedate?
Ai povestit vreodată cu-n om ce stă pe patul de moarte?
Te-ai gândit la bogăție cu gându' că ești prea departe?
Toate astea sunt povești dar sunt povești adevărate

Banii (Banii)
Banii, banii, banii (Banii, banii, banii)
Poveștile, golanii (Poveștile, golanii)
Ne-au crescut odată cu anii (Cu anii)
Banii (Banii)
Banii, banii, banii, banii (Banii, banii, banii, banii)
Poveștile, golanii (Poveștile, golanii)
Ne-au crescut odată cu anii, cu anii

În goana după bani, zi tu cum pula mea să-mi pese?
Eu nu-s golan dar ți-aduc golanii pe piese
Unii vorbesc căcaturi, nu știu cum să-l mai îndese
Și-și dau filme despre mine de parcă-s Martin Scorsese
Povestea a fost tristă, mulțumesc că azi sunt vesel
Bro, binecuvântat că azi sunt vesel
Știu câteva povești ce te-ar putea marca pe viață
Câteodată mă simt ca Scarface la câte îmi citești pe față

Banii (Banii)
Banii, banii, banii (Banii, banii, banii)
Poveștile, golanii (Poveștile, golanii)
Ne-au crescut odată cu anii (Cu anii)
Banii (Banii)
Banii, banii, banii, banii (Banii, banii, banii, banii)
Poveștile, golanii (Poveștile, golanii)
Ne-au crescut odată cu anii, cu anii

Stories

Money (Money)
Money, Money, Money (Money, Money, Money)
The stories, the bad guys (The stories, the bad guys)
Have raised us over the years, over the years

Have you ever heard of stories of bad guys about the neighborhood?
About whores in business, about cars at secondhand dealers?
About gypsies with money, about bribes, policemen?
About how some people are in trouble just because they sold a gram?
The boutique around the corner and how they broke in through the window?
About how some guys fight for the hooker at the bar?
About workers who gave away their salaries gambling?
About the neighborhood snitch who carried a backpack?
Have you talked about families who had decades of installments?
Or their children who saw fruit in slot machines?
About potential but no money for university?
About loser friends who are always ready to bury someone?
Divorced parents or even deceased mothers?
Have you ever talked to a man who is on his deathbed?
Have you thought about wealth by thinking that you are too far away?
These are all stories but they are true stories

Money (Money)
Money, Money, Money (Money, Money, Money)
The stories, the bad guys (The stories, the bad guys)
Have raised us over the years (Over the years)
Money (Money)
Money, Money, Money, Money (Money, Money, Money, Money)
The stories, the bad guys (The stories, the bad guys)
Have raised us over the years, over the years

In the rush for money, tell me honey how could I care?
I'm not a gangster but I'll bring you the gangsters in songs
Some talk shit, don't know how to stuff it anymore
And fantasize about me like they're Martin Scorsese
The story was sad, thank you that I'm happy today
Bro, blessed that I'm happy today
I know some stories that could scar you for life
Sometimes I feel like Scarface from how much you can read on my face

Money (Money)
Money, Money, Money (Money, Money, Money)
The stories, the bad guys (The stories, the bad guys)
Have raised us over the years (Over the years)
Money (Money)
Money, Money, Money, Money (Money, Money, Money, Money)
The stories, the bad guys (The stories, the bad guys)
Have raised us over the years, over the years