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Interviu Tataia

Bean MC
Pro educatie
Pentru intreaga natie
Wake up, de-atunci o zic
Subcarpati, de cand eram copil

Stateam mai mult in casa, indiferent de orar
Faceam beaturi cand altii se duceau la fotbal
Credeam ca o sa ajung poloist de performanta
Credeam ca o sa am linie dreapta in viata
O luasem razna, faceam muschi
Abia asteptam o altercatie
Si tot muzica m-a scos (din cacat) din combinatie
M-am apucat de treaba
Si-am inceput sa incerc sa am tupeu sa cred ca o sa mearga
Si de fiecare data cand nu renuntam
Soarta ma rasplatea cu fericire si cu bani
Cum ma gandeam ca o sa fiu?
Un mix intre ce sunt acum si ce voiam sa fiu, nu stiu

La inceput a insemnat
Ceva pentru care merita luptat
Mai ales copilaria in care am fost ancorat
Cu familie si rituri si babe si riduri
Si apoi am vazut partea intunecata a lumii
Si tu daca esti copil inca nu stii cum ii
O tara speciala dar ca oricare alta
In care libertatea si-a facut loc cu ciocanul si cu dalta
Dezamagit eram cand cautam original in Romania
Multe chestii importam
Si apoi am dat de folclorul nostru elegant
Chiar am gasit ceva pentru care pot lupta
Cu el am gasit drumul spre pace
Cum va gasi si Romania in mana unor minti dibace

(Care-i treaba cu viitorul asta?)
(Multa presiune pe capu nostru)
(Si-n prezent asta are mult de facut)??
(Greu sa fi om)
(Dar frumos sa fi om)

Mi-am setat masinaria in viitor cu 20 de ani
Apas pe buton si vad acum pe ce am dat bani
A mers, totul are sens, iau un ziar in mana si incep sa citesc
Vad, inca sunt probleme mari in tara
Vad un interes mare pentru problema agrara
Oamenii-s uniti, o vad in ochii lor
Probabil sub incercari s-au unit ca un popor
Dau mai citesc dar ma teleportez iar in viitor cu inca 80 de ani
2110 sar printre ruine
Iata-ma alergat de porci mistreti si alte jivine
In 3 minute sunt salvat de un elicopter
"Ce cauti in muzeu??" se aude din el
Zic: "Tinere puteai sa mori acolo jos
Zona este salbatica sa stii ca esti noroc."
Cobor intr-un sat ce se-ntindea prin copaci
Prin subteran pe campii erau sute de vaci
Omenirea parasise orasul
In Europa aceeasi poza
Barbati si femei cu natura simbioza
Conceputul de democratie disparuse evident
Dau sa fac o poza
Inapoi in prezent
(Omenirea trecuse de la puterea poporului)
(Democratie)
(La puterea vietii)
(Birocratie)

Daca-s fi cel mai influent bogatan din Romania
As cheli pana cand as termina povestirea
Fiindca e o foarte mare responsabilitate
Cred ca ar trebuii sa fi intelept in toate
M-as uita la noi sau la alte tari surioare
As vrea sa vad daca exista oare
Un bogatan ce face bani pe propiile picioare
Un bogatan ce stie sa dea unde trebuie nu unde moare
Un bogatan ce stie nevoile comunitatii
Ce profita de situatia lui pentru binele dreptatii
Si daca exista e adevarat model
Daca-s fi cel mai bogat as vrea sa fiu ca el

Trecutul si prezentul ma definesc ca roman
Chiar daca sunt atipic in felul in care o spun
N-o zice numele, o zic actele
Si mai nou as, vrea s-o zica faptele
Am brazi ca verisori si molizi ca frati
Iar lumea prin tara ne cheama Subcarpati

(Cum imi plac lucrurile)
Zi!
Ha!

...Mama am crescut imi place soarele natura
...La mic deschid sufletul la verde gura

Si uite, Caut, Gasesc, Incerc, Incep, Cresc, Gresesc, Reincep
Compun, Cant, cumpar, Vand, Dau, Iau, Sper, Cred
Scriu, Repet, Comunic, Impac, Tastez, Ridic, Apas
Modulez
Intorc, Scot, Bag, Innebunesc, Dansez
Astea sunt chestii cu care traiesc
Iubesc, imi place sa traiesc cu ele
Zi-mi ce-ti place tie-n drumul tau spre stele

(Folosesc, crize de identitate)
(Bean MC va da racit, un pic ragusit)

Eu folosesc muzica precum un scut
Castigat in ani grei nu peste seara la barbut
Ma adresez tinerilor in special
In crize de identitate fenomen naitonal
Din spate se aude aceeasi placa zgariata
Vreau sa fac bine pentru lumea asta tata
Si n-am nevoie de dovada
Atunci cand cant doina sau cand ascult balada
Stiu ca e scanteia din gunoi
Ce va aprinde credinta ca Romania pleaca de la noi
Si nu vreau sa-ti devin constiinta taica
Vreau doar sa-nveti din greseli dar stai ca
Lumea o sa ma-nteleaga gresit
Uite ce figuri de romanache obosit
Am spirit national dar nu sunt fanatic
Folcloru-i oxigen pentru un popor astmatic

(Big Up Tataia!)

Grandpa's Interview

Bean MC
Pro education
For the entire nation
Wake up, I've been saying it for a while
Subcarpati, since I was a child

I used to stay inside more, regardless of the hour
I was making beats when others were going to play football
I thought I'd become a high-performing police officer
I thought I'd have a straight line in life
We were wild, working out
We were looking forward to a fight
And music got me out (of the shit) of the mix
I started to hustle
And I started to try to have the guts to believe it would work
And every time I didn't give up
Fate rewarded me with happiness and money
What did I think I would be like?
A mix between what I am now and what I wanted to be, I don't know

At the beginning it meant
Something worth fighting for
Especially the childhood I was anchored in
With family and rituals and grandmas and wrinkles
And then I saw the dark side of the world
And if you're still a child you don't know how it is
A special country but like any other
Where freedom made its way with hammer and chisel
I was disappointed when I was looking for original in Romania
We imported many things
And then I came across our elegant folklore
I actually found something I can fight for
With it I found the path to peace
As Romania will find it in the hands of some shrewd minds

(What's up with this future?)
(A lot of pressure on our head)
(And this present has a lot to do)??
(Hard to be human)
(But beautiful to be human)

I set my machine 20 years into the future
I press the button and see now what I spent money on
It worked, everything makes sense, I pick up a newspaper and start reading
I see, there are still big problems in the country
I see a great interest in the agrarian problem
People are united, I see it in their eyes
Probably under trials they united as a people
I continue reading but teleport myself 80 years into the future
2110 I jump through ruins
Here I am being chased by wild boars and other creatures
In 3 minutes I am rescued by a helicopter
"What are you doing in the museum??" is heard from it
I say: "Young man you could have died down there
The area is wild you should know you're lucky."
I descend into a village that stretched through the trees
Underground in the fields were hundreds of cows
Humanity had abandoned the city
The same picture in Europe
Men and women with nature symbiosis
The concept of democracy had obviously disappeared
I try to take a picture
Back to the present
(Humanity had passed from the power of the people)
(Democracy)
(To the power of life)
(Bureaucracy)

If I were the most influential rich man in Romania
I would go bald until I finished the story
Because it's a very big responsibility
I think you would have to be wise in all things
I would look at us or other sister countries
I would like to see if there is
A rich man who makes money on his own two feet
A rich man who knows how to give where it is needed not where it dies
A rich man who knows the needs of the community
Who takes advantage of his situation for the good of justice
And if there is a true role model
If I were the richest I would like to be like him

The past and present define me as a Romanian
Even if I'm atypical in the way I say it
The name doesn't say it, the deeds do
And more recently, I would like the actions to say it
I have fir trees as cousins and spruces as brothers
And people across the country call us Subcarpati

(How I like things)
Say!
Ha!

...Mom I grew up I like the sun nature
...At the mic I open my soul to the green mouth

And look, I Search, I Find, I Try, I Start, I Grow, I Fail, I Restart
I Compose, I Sing, I buy, I Sell, I Give, I Take, I Hope, I Believe
I Write, I Repeat, I Communicate, I Reconcile, I Type, I Raise, I Press
I Modulate
I Turn, I Take Out, I Put In, I Go Crazy, I Dance
These are things I live with
I love, I like to live with them
Tell me what you like on your way to the stars

(I use, identity crises)
(Bean MC is going to give you a cold, a little hoarse)

I use music like a shield
Earned in hard years not over a night at the bar
I address young people in particular
In identity crises, a national phenomenon
From behind I hear the same scratched record
I want to do good for this world, dad
And I don't need proof
When I sing the doina or listen to the ballad
I know it's the spark from the garbage
That will ignite the belief that Romania starts with us
And I don't want to become your conscience, dad
I just want you to learn from mistakes but wait
The world will misunderstand me
Look what tired Romanian figures
I have national spirit but I'm not a fanatic
Folklore is oxygen for an asthmatic people

(Big Up Grandpa!)