Текст и перевод песни B.U.G. Mafia - 3 Baieti

3 Baieti

A-ba-baietzi buni...
Ba-ba-baietzi buni...
Ba-ba-baietzi buni...
Yeah...
E locul in care n-ai curaj, n-ai cum sa vrei
E posibil s-o dai da' e probabil s-o iei
Ca atata smecherie in Las Vegas mai vezi
Si cum se schimba unii in curve nici nu-ti vine sa crezi
E capitala Romaniei, e Bucuresti
E mai mult decat atat, sa dovedesti
Romanii si romancele, tiganii si tigancile
Guvernul, banii, gaborii, gainarii
Puscaria si anii, cartierul si veteranii
Copii si drogurile, armele, blocurile
Tre' sa intelegi treburile, frate
Pe strada dai de toate...
Combinate, amestecate peste poate
Este greu, aici ne facem treaba
Esti cu noi, vei fi mereu
Nu e nici un sfat de dat, nici un contract de semnat
Suntem Mafia pe viata, frati de fapt...
Poti sa spui rugaciuni
Sa se intample minuni
Dar ce semeni aduni
Fugi, fugi, vin 'baieti buni'.
Prezint solutii radicale ca toti baietii buni
Care au ridicat imperii in afaceri ilegale
Ca-n strada poti sa te alegi cu rani letale
Atunci cand armele-ti zambesc in felinare
In continuare bulangii toarna si rastoarna tot
Liderii adevarati palesc ca un boboc de floare
Uitat de floraresele din coltz-n soare
Si garda se faleste acum cu-n peste atat de mare
Da, reactia e-n lantz, gabori zac in santz
Avem demisii extraordinare la bilantz
Urmatorul candidat la tron isi face loc
Printre ziduri de beton si-acapareaza tot
Si eu sunt sigur pe mine
Ca nu poti sa te bazezi decat pe tine
Nici gaborii nu prea ma plac, in fine
Sangele latin care inca imi curge-n vine
Ma face sa fiu la fel ca Al Capone, stii bine...
Refren:.
Pe cand se intamplau basmele
Oamenii au creat legile
Atunci au definit partile
Astfel s-au aruncat cartile
Conflictul a schimbat armele
Pentru a dobori tzintele
Armurile sunt azi vestele
Care impiedica gloantele
Dar si asha curge sangele
Imagini sumbre dau stirile
Mai nou se folosesc vocile
Testele ADN, actele.
Si totusi nu se vad semnele
Cum ca s-ar incheia luptele
Garda si-a adunat fortzele
Sa-ncerce sa ne ia Strazile
Poate la anu' zi
Refren:.
Ba-ba-baietzi buni...
Ba-ba-baietzi buni...

3 Boys

O good boy...
A good boy...
A good boy...
Yeah...
This is the place where you don't have courage, you can't want to
It's possible to give it but it's probable to take it
Because so much trickery in Las Vegas you can still see
And how some change in curves you can't even believe
It's the capital of Romania, it's Bucharest
It's more than that, to prove
Romanians and Romanian women, gypsies and gypsies
The government, the money, the cops, the hustlers
The prison and the years, the neighborhood and the veterans
Children and drugs, weapons, blocks
You have to understand things, brother
On the street you can find everything...
Combined, mixed beyond what is possible
It's hard, this is where we do our work
You're with us, you will always be
There is no advice to give, no contract to sign
We're Mafia for life, brothers in fact...
You can say prayers
For miracles to happen
But what you sow you reap
Run, run, the 'good guys' are coming.
I present radical solutions like all the good guys
Who have built empires in illegal businesses
Because in the street you can end up with lethal injuries
When the weapons smile at you in the streetlights
The cops continue to pour and overturn everything
The true leaders fade like a flower bud
Forgotten by the flower girls on the street corner in the sun
And the guard now boasts of such a big fish
Yes, the reaction is in the chain, cops lie in the ditch
We have extraordinary resignations on the balance sheet
The next candidate for the throne takes their place
Among concrete walls and takes over everything
And I am sure of myself
Because you can't rely on anyone but yourself
The cops don't like me much either, oh well
The Latin blood that still flows in my veins
Makes me like Al Capone, you know well...
Chorus:.
When the fairy tales happened
People created the laws
Then they defined the parts
Thus the cards were thrown
The conflict changed the weapons
To topple the targets
The armors are vests today
Which prevent bullets
But the blood still flows
Bleak images give the news
More recently, voices are used
DNA tests, documents.
And yet the signs are not seen
That the fights would end
The Guard has gathered its forces
To try to take our Streets
Maybe next year
Chorus:.
A good boy...
A good boy...