Текст и перевод песни Bitza feat. Raku & Dj Dox - Tovarasilor

Tovarasilor

Iti spun acestea,
Sa te invat nu sa ma razbun,
Nu lovi un om Tocmai pentru ca are suflet bun,
Fiecare palma luata pe alte cai e data,
Fiecare palma data o iei de zece ori odata,

Venerand imaginea, lant, ceas, cash,
Plimbarile cu masina si iesirile in oras,
Goi pe din'nauntru bantuind precum strigoii,
Cei pe care ii ranim suntem chiar noi,

Cunosc multi rai ca tine
De cand erau tineri
Care n-au mai fost la fel dntr-o joi sau vineri,
De aceea zic ai grija
Ca raul facut se intoarce inapoi, pe urmele tale
Ca un roi de bumerange,
In marea de prieteni unul e adevarat
Fiindca ti-a fost alaturi cand nu aveai nimic de dat
Pe cine ai langa tine acum,
Tu sa bagi de seama ca daca dispare maine
Ai sa vezi ce mult inseamna,

Multi prieteni, putine suflete,
Multe lacrimi putine zambete,
Sunt curios cate trebuie sa trag
Cand tovarasii sunt primii care iti dau in cap
Multi prieteni, putine suflete,
Multe lacrimi putine zambete,
Sunt curios cate trebuie sa trag
Cand tovarasii sunt primii care iti dau in cap

Avem un corp si teoretic un suflet,
Iti pare totul la inceput perfect,
E bine ca am lamurit teoria,
Ca deobicei mai greu cu practica,
Nu poti sa mai faci nimic, fara sa te arda un amic,
Nu poti sa ai incredere in cineva fara sa te intrebi cat o sa pierzi din asta,
Toti iti sunt tovarasi, o auzi intr-una, s-au pisat pe tine cand au intalnit pe vreuna,
Chiar daca o stie doar de o luna
Si o stea cu ea inca o luna impreuna,
Sclavul femeii e pe jumatate mort
Fiindca roata se intoarce fara prea mult efort,
Fara iubirea ei vesnica e rau,
Dar mai rau e ca e gol in jurul tau,

Primul prieten, ultiumul dusmanm
Toti gasesc un mod de a te folosi spontan,
De la an la an, tot mai multe pretentii
Toti sunt plini de bune intentii,
Nu pot sa inteleg, poti sa imi explici pana maine,
Cand ai impartit cu un frate un salam si-o paine,
Cum e posibil ca acel cineva
Sa fie primul care iti tranteste in fata, usa

Invidie, ura, de multe ori prostie,
Astea-s coordonatele dintr-o tovarasie,
Stau si ma intreb plin de dezgust,
Daca nu vati vandut sufletul la diavol, ca-n Faust

Multi prieteni, putine suflete,
Multe lacrimi, putine zambete
Sunt curios cate trebuie sa trag
Cand tovarasii sunt primii care iti dau in cap

Multi prieteni, putine suflete,
Multe lacrimi putine zambete,
Sunt curios cate trebuie sa trag
Cand tovarasii sunt primii care iti dau in cap

Multi prieteni, putine suflete,
Multe lacrimi putine zambete,
Sunt curios cate trebuie sa trag
Cand tovarasii sunt primii care iti dau in cap

Multi prieteni, putine suflete,
Multe lacrimi putine zambete,
Sunt curios cate trebuie sa trag
Cand tovarasii sunt primii care iti dau in cap

Tovarasilor

I tell these things to you,
To teach you not to get revenge,
Don't hit a man just because he has a good soul,
Every slap taken is given back in other ways,
Every slap given multiplies tenfold,

Venerating appearances, chains, watches, cash,
Driving fancy cars and going out on the town,
Empty inside haunting like ghosts,
It's ourselves we wound the most,

I know many who are wicked like you,
From when they were young,
Who were never the same again,
So beware,
For evil done comes back to you, following your footsteps
Like a swarm of boomerangs,
In a sea of friends, one is true,
Because they stood by you when you had nothing to give
Who do you have beside you now?
Take heed that if they disappear tomorrow
You will see how much they mean,

Many friends, few souls,
Many tears, few smiles,
I wonder how much I have to suffer
When it's my comrades who are the first to turn on me,
Many friends, few souls,
Many tears, few smiles,
I wonder how much I must endure
When it's my comrades who are the first to strike?

We have a body and theoretically a soul,
At first, everything seems perfect,
It's good that we have sorted out the theory,
For practice, as usual, is harder,
You can't do anything without a friend burning you,
You can't trust anyone without wondering how much you will lose from it,
Everyone is your comrade, you hear it all the time, but they shit on you when they meet someone new,
Even if they've only known her for a month
And will be a star with her for another month,
The slave of a woman is half dead,
Because the wheel turns effortlessly,
Without her eternal love, it's bad,
But what's worse is that it's empty around you,

First a friend, then an enemy,
Everyone finds a way to use you spontaneously,
Year after year, greater and greater expectations,
Everyone is full of good intentions,
I can't understand, you can explain it to me until tomorrow,
When you shared a piece of bread or sausage with a brother,
How is it possible that that person,
Could be the first to slam the door in your face,

Envy, hatred, and often stupidity,
These are the coordinates of a friendship,
I sit and wonder in disgust,
If you haven't sold your soul to the devil, like in Faust,

Many friends, few souls,
Many tears, few smiles,
I wonder how much I have to suffer
When it's my comrades who are the first to turn on me.

Many friends, few souls,
Many tears, few smiles,
I wonder how much I must endure
When it's my comrades who are the first to strike?

Many friends, few souls,
Many tears, few smiles,
I wonder how much I have to suffer
When it's my comrades who are the first to turn on me.

Many friends, few souls,
Many tears, few smiles,
I wonder how much I have to suffer
When it's my comrades who are the first to turn on me.