Paroles et traduction b.u.g. mafia - Poezie De Strada (radio edit)

Poezie De Strada (radio edit)

Tataee: Fratii, jmenarii, pestii, hotii, drogatii, tarfele, gaborii, toti stiu: cortina n-o sa cada
Nici daca-mi fac astia sicriu pentru ca atunci o sa fiu viu prin tine.
Stiu sa pun viata pe CD, a fi sau a nu fi,
In cartier poezia-i viata versurile sunt banii
Zilele trec, trec anii din ce in ce mai repede
Viitor nelimitat, poti sa mori nimeni sa afle
E asa cum a fost si cum va fi intotdeauna pentru totdeauna
Pe strada conteaza suma
Si tot ce tine de respect, nu dai nu ai
Nu mai vrea nimeni sa munceasca acum pe 50 de parai
Nivelu' de trai, tre' sa ti-l furi
Daca esti destept poate o sa fi liber sa te bucuri
Iti dedic ce fac daca atarni de-un fir de ata
Si stai drept, parte-n parte poezie de viata
Refren: Tataee: Pot sa beau sa ma trezesc si sa ma-nbat din nou dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata:
Banii pe show
Pot sa dau non-stop si dau din suflet pentru tine poezie de strada despre cei ca mine
Uzzi: Pot sa fumez sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreaodata: banii pe show
Pot sa dau non-stop si dau din suflet pentru tine
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine
Uzzi: Se spune niciun viitor pentru golanii de pe strada
Nimic pentru ei, nimic
Las' sa cada
Nici Banica nu a vrut sa se duca la puscarie, da
Nu e mereu asa cum ai vrea sa fie
Mai ales daca tu nu faci nimic pentru tine
Mai ales daca-ti faci mai mult rau decat bine
Ne doare fix in pa despre lege dar stop
Legea din cartier: nu lasa nimic deloc
Am ales sa fac asta fiindca altceva n-a fost
Si vreau sa fac bani din asta pentru ca altceva n-are rost
Pot sa beau sa ma trezesc si sa ma-mbat din nou,
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,
Pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,
Pot sa fumez sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou,
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,
Pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,
Strofa 3:
Nu am pactul cu diavolul dar nici cu dumnezeu,
Poti sa-mi spui borfas vagabond, derbedeu,
Poti sa-mi spui cum vrei ca nu imi pasa,
Cei pe care ii iubesc ma asteapta acasa,
Daca-i vorba despre rasa atunci zii ca sunt latin,
Inc-odata pentru vagabontii care ma susutin,
Sirenele se aud in cartier, sase
Vine garda sa ne bage dupa gratiile de fier,
Nu am decat iubire fata mea diana,
Pentru chifler si Luana, pentru Uzy si Diana,
Gusi m-a-nvatat sa pun ideile pe foaie,
Intotdeauna pentru totdeauna in familie,
Se stie cu greul pe felie suntem iara,
Plecati pe undeva pe la vreun concert in tara,
E seara, afara tarfele sunt iar pe strada
Si ele fac parte din treaba asta murdara,
Baietii din Bucuresti sunt tentati sa faca multe,
Noroc ca-i cineva acolo sus sa-i asculte,
Mai ridic un pahar si in chin pentru cartier,
Cu baietii mei aici la un alt nivel
Pot sa beau sa ma trezesc si sa ma-mbat din nou,
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,
Pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,
Pot sa fumez sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou,
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,
Pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,
Am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,
Si vreau sa fac bani din asta, altfel n-are rost,
Am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,
Si vreau sa fac bani, altfel n-are rost
Am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,
Si vreau sa fac bani din asta, altfel n-are rost,
Am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,
Si vreau sa fac ban

Street Poetry (radio edit)

Tataee: Brothers, homies, thugs, thieves, junkies, whores, cops, they all know: the curtain won't fall
Not even if they build me a coffin because then I'll be alive through you.
I know how to put life on a CD, to be or not to be,
In the hood, poetry is life, verses are money
Days go by, years go by faster and faster
Unlimited future, you can die without anyone knowing
It's the way it was and the way it will always be forever
On the streets, the sum matters
And everything that has to do with respect, you don't give, you don't get
Nobody wants to work for 50 bucks anymore
The standard of living, you have to steal it
If you're smart, maybe you'll be free to enjoy it
I dedicate what I do to you if you hang by a thread
And you stand tall, side by side, poetry of life
Chorus: Tataee: I can drink, wake up and get drunk again, but one thing I'll never forget:
The money for the show
I can give non-stop and I give from the heart for you, street poetry about people like me
Uzzi: I can smoke, wake up and smoke again
But one thing I'll never forget: the money for the show
I can give non-stop and I give from the heart for you
Street poetry about people like me
Uzzi: They say there's no future for the hoodlums on the streets
Nothing for them, nothing
Let it fall
Not even Banica wanted to go to jail, yeah
It's not always the way you want it to be
Especially if you don't do anything for yourself
Especially if you do more harm than good
We don't give a damn about the law, but stop
The law of the hood: leave nothing behind
I chose to do this because there was nothing else
And I want to make money from this because nothing else makes sense
I can drink, wake up and get drunk again,
But one thing I'll never forget: the money for the show,
I can give non-stop and I give from the heart for you,
Street poetry about people like me,
I can smoke, wake up and smoke again,
But one thing I'll never forget: the money for the show,
I can give non-stop and I give from the heart for you,
Street poetry about people like me,
Verse 3:
I don't have a pact with the devil, but neither with god,
You can call me a rogue, vagabond, rascal,
You can call me what you want, I don't care,
The ones I love are waiting for me at home,
If it's about race, then say I'm Latino,
Once again for the vagabonds who support me,
Sirens are heard in the hood, six
The cops are coming to put us behind the iron bars,
I only have love, my girl Diana,
For Chifler and Luana, for Uzy and Diana,
Gusi taught me how to put ideas on paper,
Always and forever in the family,
It's known, we're back with the tough stuff,
Gone somewhere to a concert in the country,
It's evening, the whores are on the street again
And they are also part of this dirty business,
The boys from Bucharest are tempted to do many things,
Luckily there's someone up there to listen to them,
I raise another glass and in pain for the hood,
With my boys here at another level
I can drink, wake up and get drunk again,
But one thing I'll never forget: the money for the show,
I can give non-stop and I give from the heart for you,
Street poetry about people like me,
I can smoke, wake up and smoke again,
But one thing I'll never forget: the money for the show,
I can give non-stop and I give from the heart for you,
Street poetry about people like me,
I chose to do this, there was nothing else,
And I want to make money from this, otherwise it's pointless,
I chose to do this, there was nothing else,
And I want to make money, otherwise it's pointless
I chose to do this, there was nothing else,
And I want to make money from this, otherwise it's pointless,
I chose to do this, there was nothing else,
And I want to make money