Paroles et traduction B.U.G. Mafia feat. Super Ed - Se Ridica In Aer

Se Ridica In Aer

Se ridica mult fum
Fum de iarba, taifun
Se ridica pahare sus de tot
Terapie de soc
Vocile in sincron
Suna a stadion
Se ridica in aer mare cor
Muie muistilor
O zic din start, muie cu jet
Ma doare-n pula, in seara asta-mi dau reset
Beau si din sticla, si din pahar
Ma-mbat rapid pe whisky insular
Ca un dragon, scot flacari iar
In stil barbar fac un party legendar
Mult prea misto, pe iarba toti
Si peste tot sar pizde din chiloti
E anarhie, fractura, gaura-n sistem
E muie pentru muisti... Duca-s-ar in Spam
E nebunia-aia mare, fara filtru, fara control
Maine golanii la stiri la televizor
Tot cu tovarasii mei
Cinci mii de sticle cu ei
La propriu si la figurat
Suntem in picioare
Betie mare
Se ridica mult fum
Fum de iarba, taifun
Se ridica pahare sus de tot
Terapie de soc
Vocile in sincron
Suna a stadion
Se ridica in aer mare cor
Muie muistilor
Mainile sus, mainile sus
Mainile sus, ca sa poata sa ne vada de la polu' opus
Le dam tradus, degetu' sus
Sa-i deranjeze iar pe toti, da-i in sloboz
Si n-au idei, ii seaca trei
Ce fut chiar tot, tot, tot ce apare intre scop si ei
Tu fa ce vrei, da' fa si lei
Si ei separa bagabontii de baietei
Ii las sa vada fix acum cum ma-mbat iar
De bucurie beau cu fratii langa mine, sar
Ca toate merg asa cum vrem si avem ani
De cand o facem bine, acum sa numaram bani
Cine-i ca mine stie, ridica paharu' sus
Si toarna, toarna, toarna, toarna de ajuns
Sa cada, cada, cada, cada iar din iarba scrumu'
Sa urle viata, ca traiesc cum n-a trait niciunu'
Se ridica mult fum
Fum de iarba, taifun
Se ridica pahare sus de tot
Terapie de soc
Vocile in sincron
Suna a stadion
Se ridica in aer mare cor
Muie muistilor

It Rises in the Air

A lot of smoke rises
Smoke of grass, typhoon
Glasses raise high as can be
Shock therapy
Voices in sync
It sounds like a stadium
A large choir rises into the air
Fuck the bitches
I'll say it from the start, fuck them with force
I don't give a fuck, tonight I'm resetting myself
I drink from the bottle and the glass
I get drunk fast on island whiskey
Like a dragon, I breathe fire again
In barbaric style, I make a legendary party
Way too cool, everyone on the grass
And pussies in panties are jumping everywhere
It's anarchy, fracture, a hole in the system
It's fuck the bitches... Throw it into Spam
It's that great madness, without filter, without control
Tomorrow the thugs on the news on the television
Still with my comrades
Five thousand bottles with them
Literally and figuratively
We stand on our feet
Big drunk
A lot of smoke rises
Smoke of grass, typhoon
Glasses raise high as can be
Shock therapy
Voices in sync
It sounds like a stadium
A large choir rises into the air
Fuck the bitches
Hands up, hands up
Hands up, so they can see us from the opposite side
We give them the translation, finger up
To continue bothering everyone, do it wildly
And they have no ideas, they run out of them
What fucks everything, everything, everything that appears between the goal and them
You do what you want, do it for them too
And they separate the bums from the boys
I'll let them see right now how I get drunk again
I drink with joy next to my brothers, I jump
Because everything is going as we want and we're getting old
We've been doing it right for a long time, now it's time to count money
Whoever is like me knows it, raise your glass
And pour, pour, pour, pour enough
So that the ash from the grass falls, falls, falls, falls
So that life screams, because I live like no one else has ever lived
A lot of smoke rises
Smoke of grass, typhoon
Glasses raise high as can be
Shock therapy
Voices in sync
It sounds like a stadium
A large choir rises into the air
Fuck the bitches