Paroles et traduction Puya feat. Alex Velea - Praf

Praf

Refren (Puya):
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav,
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav,
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea, dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Alex Velea:
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer,
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer,
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!

Strofa I (Puya):

Prima data, m-am imbatat la biserica!
La botezul meu mama era isterica
Inainte sa ma bage in cristelnica
Popa mi-a dat vin bun, de la pivnita
Pe-afara, manele si populara,
Batranii pe macheala, seara de seara
Ca un elev silitor la scoala
Deja eram beat mort, inca de prin generala!
In timp ce mama urmarea Sclava Izaura
Beam pana ma-nvarteam cu camera Finlandia
Venea alocatia, ce-avea distractia
Ma amatea mai rau ca teorema lu' Pitagora!
Aveam sticle multe, n-aveam gantere,
N-aveam musti si burta de a halbere
Fie ca esti condus sau din conducere,
Spritul, stii ca dezleaga toate limbile!

Refren (Puya):
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav,
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav,
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea, dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Alex Velea:
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer,
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer,
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!

Strofa a II-a (Alex Velea):
Puya, Puya hai te chem, sa bem un Heineken
Multe grade in pahar si din fier ne facem lemn
Shot dupa shot, intra ca un shuriken
Nu ne pasa ce zic altii, nu ne pasa de sistem!
N-am nici o pasa proasta si nu o dau in bara
Imi place depravarea, zi de zi, seara de seara!
Ma opresc in club, ca trenu' in gara
Si-l astept pe chelner, ca pe-o zi de vara!
Whisky, vodka, gin, campari orange,
In seara asta jur ca am, cel mai tare anturaj
Ca Sinatra, ori gangsta, atitudine noua
Si pe unde merg, rup cluburile-n doua!
Amuzant, gen voua, da' se ingroasa gluma
Atmosfera e perfecta, ca ma stiu cu toata lumea
Si lumea se distreaza, o arde fratziweari
Baieti fini sau balani, sau recuperatori!

Refren (Puya):
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav,
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav,
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea, dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Alex Velea:
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer,
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer,
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!

Dust

Chorus (Puya):
To be wasted, wasted, wasted,
I can’t help it, I keep going!
When I’m in the club, I’m wasted!
It's not my fault if that’s how we were taught!
To be wasted, wasted, wasted,
I can’t help it, I keep going!
When I’m in the club, I’m wasted!
It's not my fault if that’s how we were taught!
Alex Velea:
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!

Verse I (Puya):

The first time, I got drunk at church!
At my baptism, my mother was hysterical
Before putting me in the baptismal font
The priest gave me good wine from the cellar
Outside, manele and folk music,
The old people on macheala, every night
Like a diligent student at school
I was already dead drunk, even in middle school!
While my mother watched “Isaura the Slave Girl”
I drank until I spun the camera around, Finlandia
The allowance came, what fun it was
It tempted me more than Pythagoras' theorem!
I had many bottles, I had no buckets,
I had no mustache and belly to chug
Whether you’re driven or in management,
Sprit, you know it loosens all tongues!

Chorus (Puya):
To be wasted, wasted, wasted,
I can’t help it, I keep going!
When I’m in the club, I’m wasted!
It's not my fault if that’s how we were taught!
To be wasted, wasted, wasted,
I can’t help it, I keep going!
When I’m in the club, I’m wasted!
It's not my fault if that’s how we were taught!
Alex Velea:
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!

Verse II (Alex Velea):
Puya, Puya come on, let’s drink a Heineken
Many degrees in the glass and we’re turning iron into wood
Shot after shot, it goes in like a shuriken
We don’t care what others say, we don’t care about the system!
I don’t have a bad streak and I’m not screwing up
I like depravity, day after day, night after night!
I stop at the club like a train at the station
And I wait for the waiter like a summer day!
Whiskey, vodka, gin, Campari orange,
Tonight I swear I have the best entourage
Like Sinatra, or a gangster, a new attitude
And wherever I go, I tear the clubs in two!
Amusing, like you, but the joke is getting serious
The atmosphere is perfect, because I know everyone
And everyone’s having fun, brother style
Fine guys or thugs, or debt collectors!

Chorus (Puya):
To be wasted, wasted, wasted,
I can’t help it, I keep going!
When I’m in the club, I’m wasted!
It's not my fault if that’s how we were taught!
To be wasted, wasted, wasted,
I can’t help it, I keep going!
When I’m in the club, I’m wasted!
It's not my fault if that’s how we were taught!
Alex Velea:
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!
Everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted!