Paroles et traduction Satra B.E.N.Z. - Iarta-Ma Mama

Iarta-Ma Mama

Iarta-ma da' am plecat mama
M-am saturat sa-mi fie teama
Te rog nu ma judeca mama
Da-mi pregatesc sa fac ceva cu viata mea mama

A fost o data
Un baiat frumos
Cat de cat elegant, nu-i pasa
Decat de scoala
Spalat, aranjat
Educat, bine-mbracat de ma-saaa
Pana a-nceput sa faca Rap
Si sa se-mbrace lac
S-a ras in cap, a luta-o razna si s-a tatuat
Facea combinatii cu telefoane si acarete
Injura, bea, scuipa, se batea, dadea tepe
Dar ei aveau un plan, cat slab pentru baiat
Cand o sa fii mare, o sa fii doctor sau avocat
O sa le-am, ne-am
Ca devenise un golan, dadea cu zilele pe-acasa, nu producea niciun ban
N-avea un vis
Da' nu parea prea sigur pe el
Asta pana a plecat din cartier
Sa-si vada de drumul lui
In cap cu nebunia
Visul lui American, realizat in Romania

Iarta-ma da' am plecat mama
M-am saturat sa-mi fie teama
Te rog nu ma judeca mama
Da-mi pregatesc sa fac ceva cu viata mea mama x2

Oare o sa fiu un tata bun, daca am fost un copil rau
Mi-am pus intrebarea cand am plecat din caminul tau
Stiu ca nu te sun atat de des
Dar tu stii cum sunt si cat muncesc
Nu mai spune sa ma odihnesc

Stii ca n-o sa pun capul pe perna decat daca o sa reusesc
Fiindca umblu dupa bani mama
Scriu versuri cum scriai si tu la varsta mea, mama
Timpul a trecut, sunt baiat mare
As vrea sa fiu din nou copil sa fac o singura schimbare
Dar la cate am trait impreuna, nicio copilarie n-ar fi fost mai buna
Iti multumesc pentru casetele cu Michael Jackson
Si pentru toata muzica pe tom din casa
Iarta-ma ca n-am mereu rabdare si s-nervos
Sunt mereu pe fuga, stilu' meu e pretentios

Iarta-ma da' am plecat mama
M-am saturat sa-mi fie teama
Te rog nu ma judeca mama
Da-mi pregatesc sa fac ceva cu viata mea mama x2

Nu e vina mea mama
C-am iesit asa de spatial
Un introvertit?????
Un extrovertit libertar
Si-am atata dragoste in mine
Dar sunt consumat de durere
Si momestu-i risipit
Intre furie si placere
Sunt slab, da' am si putere
Si atunci cand sunt puternic
Iubesc fara bariere, vorbesc greu fara perdele
Nu mi-e frica de ligheeeeelee, ooooo
Nu face zi ca-stia iti jur mama sa mor iooooo

Iarta-ma da' am plecat mama
M-am saturat sa-mi fie teama
Te rog nu ma judeca mama
Da-mi pregatesc sa fac ceva cu viata mea mama

Forgive Me, Mom

Forgive me for leaving, Mom
I'm tired of being afraid
Please don't judge me, Mom
I'm preparing to do something with my life, Mom

Once upon a time
There was a handsome boy
Well-dressed, but didn't care
Only about his studies
Clean, well-groomed
Educated, well-dressed by his Moth-er
Until he started making Rap
And dressing in a flashy way
He shaved his head, went crazy and got tattoos
He made deals with phones and SIM cards
Cursed, drank, spat, fought, ripped people off
But they had a plan, how weak for a boy
When you grow up, you'll be a doctor or a lawyer
We'll have, we will have
Because he had become a rascal, spending days at home, not making any money
He had no dream
But he didn't seem too sure of himself
Until he left the neighborhood
To follow his own path
With madness in his head
His American dream, realized in Romania

Forgive me for leaving, Mom
I'm tired of being afraid
Please don't judge me, Mom
I'm preparing to do something with my life, Mom x2

Will I be a good father, if I was a bad child
I asked myself this question when I left your home
I know I don't call you enough
But you know what I'm like and how hard I work
Don't tell me to rest anymore

You know I won't rest my head on the pillow unless I succeed
Because I'm after money, Mom
I write lyrics like you used to at my age, Mom
Time has passed, I'm a big boy now
I wish I was a child again to make only one change
But after all we've been through together, no childhood would have been better
Thank you for the Michael Jackson tapes
And for all the music on the tom in the house
Forgive me for not always having patience and for being nervous
I'm always on the run, my style is demanding

Forgive me for leaving, Mom
I'm tired of being afraid
Please don't judge me, Mom
I'm preparing to do something with my life, Mom x2

It's not my fault, Mom
That I turned out so out of this world
An introvert?????
An extroverted libertarian
And I have so much love in me
But I am consumed by pain
And the moment is wasted
Between rage and pleasure
I'm weak, but I have strength too
And when I am strong
I love without barriers, I speak harshly without curtains
I'm not afraid of gangs, ooooo
Don't say yes, I swear to you, Mom, I'll die, ooooo

Forgive me for leaving, Mom
I'm tired of being afraid
Please don't judge me, Mom
I'm preparing to do something with my life, Mom