Текст и перевод песни Cabron feat. Stefan Banica - La Masa Mea

La Masa Mea

Cine sta la masa mea
Cu cine impart plapuma
Cine poate sa-mi raspunda
L-as plati intr-o secunda

Secunda din viata mea
Cand raspunsul mi-l va da
Dar cine sta la masa mea

Si bea o cafea fierbinte
Nu stii daca azi e sincera sau daca minte
Ai vrea sa ii citesti in minte
Dar stie cum sa faca sa te faca de te simte

Cu o lacrima pe obraz
Si cu rujul cel mai rosu de zici ca iti face necaz
Ca noaptea asta arata senzational
Cu parul portocaliu, ca Olanda lui van Gaal

Si parca e alta femeie
Si parca simti ca o sa ti se faca cheie
Ca esti cu ea de mult si asta te suceste
Da' iti zic eu: ea e crva si tu mereu ai fost peste

Si chiar asa, fara sa stii
Tu te bucuri ca-i femeia ta in fiecare zi
Da' sigur in oglinda daca te-ai vedea, te-ai intreba

Cine sta la masa mea
Cu cine impart plapuma
Cine poate sa-mi raspunda
L-as plati intr-o secunda

Secunda din viata mea
Cand raspunsul mi-l va da
Dar cine sta la masa mea

Si fumeaza din tigara
Atat de lent, de zici ca e prima oara
Da' in scrumiera sunt doar chistoace cu ruj
Si, in pahar, Busuioaca roz de Husi

Sa nu mai zici ca n-are haz
Cand ea te trimite de la agonie, la extaz
De la bucurie, la necaz
Tu-ti cauti drumul, da' ea trage bine de macaz

Si-ai vrea sa-i spui ca te-ai prins
Da' pune o fata plansa cand vede ca te-ai aprins
Te apuca mila si dai un pas inapoi
Ea, un pas inainte, pana incepi sa dai chiar doi

Joaca perfect in filmul asta
Si tu te intrebi daca e actuala sau e fosta
Si chiar si ea, daca ar fi in pielea ta, s-ar intreba

Cine sta la masa mea
Cu cine impart plapuma
Cine poate sa-mi raspunda
L-as plati intr-o secunda

Secunda din viata mea
Cand raspunsul mi-l va da
Dar cine sta la masa mea

Cine sta la masa mea
Cu cine impart plapuma
Cine poate sa-mi raspunda
L-as plati intr-o secunda

Secunda din viata mea
Cand raspunsul mi-l va da
Dar cine sta la masa mea

La Mesa Mea

Who's sitting at my table,
Who am I sharing my bed with?
Who can answer me?
I would pay them in a second

A second of my life,
When they give me the answer
But who's sitting at my table,

And drinking hot coffee,
I don't know if she's sincere or if she's lying
I would like to read her mind,
But she knows how to make me feel like I'm crazy,

With a tear on her cheek,
And the reddest lipstick, like she's trying to make me jealous,
That tonight she looks sensational,
With orange hair, like van Gaal's Holland,

And she seems like a different woman,
And I feel like I'm going to lose my mind,
That I've been with her for so long and this is twisting me,
But I'll tell you this: she's a whore and you've always been above that,

And I don't even know it,
I'm happy that she's my woman every day,
But if you saw yourself in the mirror, you would wonder,

Who's sitting at my table,
Who am I sharing my bed with?
Who can answer me?
I would pay them in a second

A second of my life,
When they give me the answer
But who's sitting at my table,

And smoking from a cigarette,
So slowly, it's as if it's her first time,
But in the ashtray there are only butts with lipstick,
And, in the glass, Busuioaca rose from Husi,

Not to mention that she has fun
When she sends you from agony to ecstasy,
From joy to sorrow,
You search for your path, but she pulls the lever,

And you want to tell her you caught her,
But she puts on a crying face when she sees you're angry,
You feel sorry for her and take a step back,
She takes a step forward, maybe even two,

She plays her role in this film perfectly
And you wonder if she's your current or your ex
And even she if she were you she would wonder,

Who's sitting at my table,
Who am I sharing my bed with?
Who can answer me?
I would pay them in a second

A second of my life,
When they give me the answer
But who's sitting at my table,

Who's sitting at my table,
Who am I sharing my bed with?
Who can answer me?
I would pay them in a second

A second of my life,
When they give me the answer
But who's sitting at my table,