Текст и перевод песни Bitza - Cronica unei vedete

Cronica unei vedete

Esti genul ala de femeie careia ii place
Hermes, Dior, Cavalli, Bvlgari, Versace
Nu poti sa le obtii daca esti fata mare
Si d'asta tre' sa ajungi in patul care doare
Traseu perfect, domn influent
Pare perfect, banu' prezent
Batran bogat, senil si mediatizat
Ridica fete dupa ce la scoala au renuntat
Atatia sefi Tv, atatia presedinti
Gata sa-ti dea emisie dupa ce i-ai scos din minti
Tu joaca-ti rolul, te conduce rolul
Fa un fapt de presa, retraim Decameronul
Vei fi in Star, vei fi si in Cancan
Vei fi in Story, Ciao si la Bulevard
Ca o felina pe-nserat pleci la vanat
Sa iei o poama-n gura de la pomul laudat

Asa ca hai desbracate hai
Asa ca hai hai hai freaca-te
Ca daca esti vedeta, hai hai
Fi corecta, fa o mie pe bancheta

Acuma ai emisiune, esti vedeta
Stai cu altele ca tine, la sueta
In patul care doare, copilaria moare
Dar ai sa ajungi o diva pana la vacanta mare
Cand te misti, fotbalistii intra in boala
Fanii tai abea asteapta sa te vada goala
Iar toata noaptea sub un milionar
Gemi fortat, cu gandul la poza din Star
Pari mai desteapta, mai rafinata
Mi se pare logic c-ai lins multa ciocolata
Sa rezisti in continuare, vrei zorzoane
Ai nevoie de parale si de viitoane
Sa ajunge-ti mari vedete ati putut
Ca aveti talent cu carul nu ca v-ati ftut
Ne pareti si mai frumoase, aproape culte
Atat de proaste si din ce in ce mai multe

Asa ca hai desbracate hai
Asa ca hai hai hai freaca-te
Ca daca esti vedeta, hai hai
Fi corecta, fa o mie pe bancheta

Pleci aranjata, in Cavalii sugrumata
Catre blitzurile ce asteapta sa te arda
Cum te-au ars si altii si intepata
Cu succesul intre picioare lingi o alta ciocolata
La brat cu o poseta, o arzi indiferenta
Nu ai doua chiftele in stomac da' esti vedeta
Si stai in club cu doua cico toata noaptea
In speranta ca un Gucci o sa schimbe soarta
Cu mana-ntinsa in club cu o poseta de club
Ii vine si o ia cu sub sub sub
Nu poti sa pacalesti pe nimeni da' in fine
Ca lui Smiley - Oficial nu merge bine
Deja esti respecta, te stiu vedetele
O sgi fericita pe bancheta din BMW
Ca daca esti vedeta, hai hai
Fii corecta: fa o mie de vedeta

Asa ca hai desbracate hai
Asa ca hai hai hai freaca-te
Ca daca esti vedeta, hai hai
Fi corecta, fa o mie pe bancheta

Chronicle of a Star

You're the kind of woman who likes
Hermes, Dior, Cavalli, Bvlgari, Versace
You can't get them if you're a good girl
And that's why you have to end up in bed that hurts
Perfect path, influential gentleman
It seems perfect, money present
Rich, senile and famous old man
He picks up girls after they drop out of school
So many TV directors, so many presidents
Ready to give you airtime after you drive them crazy
Play your role, the role guides you
Make a press report, let's relive the Decameron
You'll be in Star, you'll be in Cancan too
You'll be in Story, Ciao and at Bulevard
Like a feline at dusk, you go out hunting
To take a bite from the praised tree

So come on undress come on
So come on come on come on rub yourself
If you are a star, come on come on
Be fair, do a thousand on the bench

Now you have a show, you're a star
You hang out with others like you, gossiping
In the bed that hurts, childhood dies
But you'll become a diva until the summer break
When you move, the soccer players get sick
Your fans can't wait to see you naked
And all night under a millionaire
You moan forcibly, thinking about the picture in Star
You seem smarter, more refined
It seems logical to me that you licked a lot of chocolate
To continue to endure, you want trinkets
You need money and futures
You were able to become great stars
Because you have talent in abundance, not because you f***ed
You seem even more beautiful to us, almost classy
So stupid and more and more

So come on undress come on
So come on come on come on rub yourself
If you are a star, come on come on
Be fair, do a thousand on the bench

You leave all dressed up, strangled in Cavalli
To the flashes that wait to burn you
As others have burned you and stung you
With success between your legs, you lick another chocolate
On the arm with a handbag, you pretend to be indifferent
You don't have two meatballs in your stomach but you're a star
And you stay in the club with two cicos all night long
Hoping that a Gucci will change your destiny
With an outstretched hand in the club with a club handbag
He comes and takes her with him
You can't fool anyone but anyway
As for Smiley - Official, it's not going well
You're already respected, celebrities know you
You're gonna be happy on the BMW bench
If you are a star, come on come on
Be fair: do a thousand as a star

So come on undress come on
So come on come on come on rub yourself
If you are a star, come on come on
Be fair, do a thousand on the bench