Paroles et traduction Paraziții - Reacții adverse

Reacții adverse

(Din sceneta "N-am alta rima", cu Toma Caragiu si Mircea Diaconu)
"...Este si dumneataaa... tragi!"
"Nu trag... cum o sa trag?"
"Cum nu tragi? Dar ce faci? Tragi, tragi, hahahaha!"
Cheloo:
Cu un sound venit de pe vinilu' plin de praf atac,
FDD a picat rupt rau lnga pick-up.
Ombladon e torpilat grav...
Ombladon:
Unu-doi!
Parazitii live, ridicati la rangu' de anti-eroi!
Cheloo:
Nu fac hip-hop sa ma ard n chec
Pe 3 lei negri la CEC,
S-ajung umflat, infect,
Cu datorii la Mac.
N-o frec n vorbe moi... Pai cum ar fi
Sa plng n piese dupa pizde ca sa va iau banii?
Cunosti problema, dar datele sunt eronate,
Nu cnt tumori primate deprimate,
Vizual muzical ma satisface culoarea curvei strangulate.
E minunat sa fii taran n capitala, ce noroc!
Sa fii nascut si crescut lnga porc la bloc.
Ooo! Sa va pititi toti la "Mina Minovici",
Ncep sa cred ca locul meu nu e aici, printre localnici.
Sunt un sensibil
Pe cale de-a deveni credibil,
Prost si fericit, cazut n penibil,
I-oribil!
Cu saliva-n tricou, tocnd ultimul ban,
O sa va cnt cu trandafiru-n dinti iubirea pe la geam.
N-am pierdut nici un fan, caci de-un an
CNA-ul e un urias cu fata de cur pensat si complexe de nan.
Ombladon:
Nu exista cuvinte mari, ci doar capete mici,
Nu sunt aici sa va educ copiii si nici sa fac din cacat bici.
Deschide bine ochii, nu casca gura, nene,
Ce vezi la mine nu e burta, am o boala de piele.
Controlez atent undele radio, ca Robocop,
Va iau n pula tot neamu' de la maimuta la Pentium 8.
Depui efort sa ai confort,
Esti jumatate mort,
Da' sub sistem nu mai esti la gndire nici ca sa sufli-n tort.
Plutesc pe beat-uri
Pe lnga ziduri
Scrise - se stie - deja
Bagabontii cu spray-uri scriu istoria.
Romnii fericiti nu traiesc n Romnia,
E mai mediatizat cannabis-ul ca Biblia.
Nu-mi las amprente pe piesa asta,
Ca port manusi totusi, ti cade masca d-asta,
Esti nervos,
Mesaju' meu e canceros,
Da-te-n sloboz!
Cum pula mea mixati manele cu Dr. Dre-n 2003?
Regret ca nu-i albumul meu, ca n-as fi vrut sa-nchei.
Ne-auzim pe albumul meu solo cnd o sa am la mine gloante
Si-n loc de "La multi ani!" o sa va cnt condoleante.
Cheloo, Ombladon:
N efect!
Parazitii 2003, Cheloo - "Sindromul Tourette"!
Cheloo:
Sa-mi dai 50 de mii ca ti-am facut reclama.
...
Refren:
Cheloo: Toate femeile...
Ombladon: Ce pula mea!
Cheloo: Se cred neveste,
Dac-au stat o noapte dedesupt
Cheloo, Ombladon: Si doua peste.
Cheloo: Trateaza totu'
Ombladon: Sa mori tu!
Cheloo: Exact ca pe un joc
Si te trezesti ca ai ajuns precum un coi sub plop.
Cheloo: Toate femeile...
Ombladon: Ce pula mea!
Cheloo: Se cred neveste,
Dac-au stat o noapte dedesupt
Cheloo: Si doua peste.
Cheloo: Trateaza totu'
Ombladon: Sa mori tu!
Cheloo: Exact ca pe un joc
Si te trezesti ca ai ajuns precum un coi sub plop.
Pusa pe treaba
Orice pizda bolnava se-ntreaba
De ce cnd suge pe degeaba ceva nu se leaga.
Majoritatea neaga
Ce banuim de-o viata-ntreaga,
Ca-ntre pula si bani femeile nu poa' s-aleaga.
Zdrentele,
Aceste creaturi terestre,
Se regasesc n patu' tau drept neveste oneste.
Adevaru' este -
O spun si revistele -
Ce vrea pula ta, nu-ti darm eu visele.
Ntreaba-te nainte sa-ti permiti sa-ti placa
Daca-n spatele doamnei nu se-ascunde-o vaca.
Orice dans de societate
Duce mai departe,
Dansatoarea ta detine prea multa dexteritate?
Roaga-te sa n-ajungi sclavu' curvelor,
Caci devii usor
Investitia lor pe viitor.
Refren
Ramn adorabil pentru surde si amnezice,
Orice-as zice,
Nu ma contrazice.
El tre' sa aiba bani, sa aiba vila,
Obligat masina,
Sa munceasca zi-lumina,
Original, s-o ntretina.
Ea? Ea sa faca tot ce vrea, fara discutii,
Si sa-si rupa ruju-n pula satisfacnd necunoscutii.
Ti s-a ntmplat? E bine! Sa o bati n timp ce bei,
Dar sa nu te traga-n teapa, sa dea coltu'. Heei!
Nc-un bot lezat la catalog, sa nu ti para rau,
Se va gasi mereu un fraier s-o repare-n locu' tau.
Tot raul e spre bine, esti barbat! Pna la urma
Rolul tau ca individ e sa gasesti alta mai buna.
Materialu' de futut tre' sa-l futi sau se raceste,
Poa' sa fie a cinspea mna! Asta chiar nu ma priveste.
Nu ofer solutii optime cnd treaba candeste,
De-aia lumea ma iubeste
Ca pe Doamne-Fereste.
Refren

Side Effects

(From the skit "N-am alta rima", with Toma Caragiu and Mircea Diaconu)
"You too... you're shooting!"
"I'm not shooting... how could I shoot?"
"What do you mean you're not shooting? What are you doing then? You're shooting, you're shooting, hahahaha!"
Cheloo:
With a sound coming from the dusty vinyl, I attack,
The floppy disk crashed hard near the pick-up.
Ombladon is severely torpedoed...
Ombladon:
One-two!
Parazitii live, elevated to the rank of anti-heroes!
Cheloo:
I don't do hip-hop to burn myself out in a check,
For 3 black lei at the CEC,
To end up swollen, infected,
With debts at Mac.
I don't rub it in soft words... How would it be
To cry in songs after pussies to take your money?
You know the problem, but the data is wrong,
I don't sing depressed primate tumors,
Visually musically, the color of the strangled whore satisfies me.
It's wonderful to be a peasant in the capital, what luck!
To be born and raised next to a pig in a block.
Ooo! May you all hide at "Mina Minovici",
I'm starting to believe that my place is not here, among the locals.
I am a sensitive
On the way to becoming credible,
Stupid and happy, fallen into the ridiculous,
Horrible!
With saliva on my T-shirt, playing the last penny,
I will sing you love at the window with a rose in my teeth.
I haven't lost any fans, because for a year
The CNA is a giant with the face of a shaved ass and dwarf complexes.
Ombladon:
There are no big words, just small heads,
I'm not here to educate your children or make a whip out of shit.
Open your eyes wide, don't open your mouth, man,
What you see on me is not a belly, I have a skin disease.
I carefully control the radio waves, like Robocop,
I'll fuck your whole family from monkey to Pentium 8.
You make an effort to have comfort,
You're half dead,
But under the system you're no longer thinking enough to even blow on the cake.
I float on beats
Next to walls
Written - it's known - already
Vagabonds with sprays write history.
Happy Romanians don't live in Romania,
Cannabis is more publicized than the Bible.
I don't leave my fingerprints on this track,
Because I wear gloves anyway, your mask falls off this,
You're nervous,
My message is cancerous,
Get out of here!
How the fuck do you mix manele with Dr. Dre in 2003?
I regret that it's not my album, because I wouldn't have wanted to end it.
We'll hear each other on my solo album when I have bullets with me
And instead of "Happy birthday!" I'm going to sing you condolences.
Cheloo, Ombladon:
No effect!
Parazitii 2003, Cheloo - "Tourette Syndrome"!
Cheloo:
Give me 50 thousand because I made you an advertisement.
...
Chorus:
Cheloo: All women...
Ombladon: What the fuck!
Cheloo: They think they're wives,
If they stayed one night underneath
Cheloo, Ombladon: And two on top.
Cheloo: Treat everything'
Ombladon: Fuck you!
Cheloo: Just like a game
And you wake up and you've become like a dick under a poplar.
Cheloo: All women...
Ombladon: What the fuck!
Cheloo: They think they're wives,
If they stayed one night underneath
Cheloo: And two on top.
Cheloo: Treat everything'
Ombladon: Fuck you!
Cheloo: Just like a game
And you wake up and you've become like a dick under a poplar.
Put to work
Any sick bitch wonders
Why when she sucks for free, something doesn't connect.
Most deny
What we've suspected all our lives,
That between dick and money, women can't choose.
The rags,
These earthly creatures,
They find themselves in your bed as honest wives.
The truth is -
The magazines also say it -
What your dick wants, I won't give you your dreams.
Ask yourself before you allow yourself to like it
If behind the lady there isn't a cow hiding.
Any society dance
Leads further,
Does your dancer have too much dexterity?
Pray that you don't become a slave to whores,
Because you easily become
Their investment for the future.
Chorus
I remain adorable for the deaf and amnesiac,
Whatever I say,
Don't contradict me.
He must have money, he must have a villa,
Obligatory car,
To work day and night,
Original, to maintain her.
She? She can do whatever she wants, without discussion,
And break her lipstick in dick, satisfying strangers.
Did it happen to you? It's good! Beat her while you drink,
But don't let her cheat on you, let her give the corner. Hey!
Another injured snout in the catalog, don't feel bad,
There will always be a sucker to fix it instead of you.
All evil is for good, you're a man! In the end
Your role as an individual is to find another better one.
The fucking material must be fucked or it gets cold,
It can be the fifth hand! That really doesn't concern me.
I don't offer optimal solutions when things get tough,
That's why the world loves me
Like God forbid.
Chorus