Текст и перевод песни Cheloo feat. Spike - Exorcistu-n Izmene

Exorcistu-n Izmene

O ardem glorios ca exorcistu-n izmene
Cu o mie de probleme sau doar sparti de lene
Nu punem capac, bai nene-i prea devreme
Scopul nostru declarat e sa generam migrene
Clubul bagabontilor cu zero venit
Saluta cu entuziasm curvele care inghit
Am revenit sa slobozesc in antene noi teme
Asa c-o s-o ard patetic ca exorcistu-n izmene
Sunt un pacatos calomnios, cand beau fac plinul
Si ignor cu umor contagios destinul
N-am saliva, am doar flegme netrase
N-am vorbe bune, doar injuraturi nescoase scuipate-n spume
In coltu' meu de lume vreau sa-mi ragai sfarsitu'
E acelasi colt de lume in care ai sa-l pierzi pe fi'tu
Cand vorbesc frumos ma-ntelegi din chil
Parca-i buchisi slova unei reviste porno-n Braille
La petrecerea ta suntem invitati de onoare
Taie lumina, ascunde vinul sau da muzica tare
"Draga domnule Cheloo, poti sa ne canti ceva?"
Un cantecel de dans cu balans
Da-te-n pula mea!
Ne-mbatam distrusi cand ne trezim din coma
Si ne-nchinam distrati la Sfanta Fantoma
Garda ne-ntreaba de morti, evident si de raniti
Cu respect: "Da, am fost sa batem niste travestiti!"
Ma-ngrozeste ideea ca viata se duce-n fum
De-aia incarc nota de plata cat mai pot acum
Suntem tineri, viata asta inca curge-n vene
Si ne identificam zambind cu exorcistu-n izmene.
O ardem glorios ca exorcistu-n izmene
Cu o mie de probleme sau doar sparti de lene
Nu punem capac, bai nene-i prea devreme
Scopul nostru declarat e sa generam migrene
O ardem glorios ca exorcistu-n izmene
Cu o mie de probleme sau doar sparti de lene
Nu punem capac, bai nene-i prea devreme
Scopul nostru declarat e sa generam migrene
Se-ntampla intr-o seara belita de aprilie
Cand cu garda-n usa te fortam sa-mi inghiti pastilele
Cu ochii peste cap si spume-n barba
Radeam in baie indesand in veceu pungi cu iarba
Aa tu credeai ca... pula credeai prost
Nu mai trage concluzii din ce spun
Ca-ntelegi pe dos
Ce sloboz crezi ca zic, ca-mi injectez?
Noi in general vorbim de droguri ca fapt divers
Am aflat ca inevitabil nimeni nu se baga
Si ca tovarasii te lasa cand ti-e lumea mai draga
Auzi bah, eu nu-ti reprosez ceea ce esti
Desi intr-o dimineata tare-as vrea sa te trezesti
Ca ai pizda, ca in loc de Gheorghe te cheama Oana
Ca servesti un an Jilava pentr-un gram de Marijuana
Ca esti international cunoscut si nu-ti convine
Sa vezi cosul de gunoi c-arunca cu hartie-n tine, bun
Si parca toate mergeau bine la un moment-dat
Imi amintesc c-aveam un rol in viata asta de cacat
Dar cica m-am schimbat si-asta ma baga-n spaima
Ca Spike face muzica pentru bani, pizde si faima
Pot sa fiu dur sau sa-ndur,
Sa tac sau sa-njur, sa te scuip
Sau sa te fac sa te scuipi singur
Si nu caut sa-ti demonstrez era o simpla figura
Deci nu mi-o lua in nume de rau
Ca te iau in... brate
O ardem glorios ca exorcistu-n izmene
Cu o mie de probleme sau doar sparti de lene
Nu punem capac, bai nene-i prea devreme
Scopul nostru declarat e sa generam migrene
O ardem glorios ca exorcistu-n izmene
Cu o mie de probleme sau doar sparti de lene
Nu punem capac, bai nene-i prea devreme
Scopul nostru declarat e sa generam migrene

The Exorcist in Underpants

We're burning glorious, like an exorcist in underpants
With a thousand problems, or just smashed from laziness
We're not stopping, man, it's too early
Our declared goal is to generate migraines
The club of vagabonds with zero income
Greets with enthusiasm the whores who swallow
I've come back to unleash new themes into the antennas
So I'm gonna burn pathetically, like an exorcist in underpants
I'm a slanderous sinner, when I drink I fill up
And I ignore fate with contagious humor
I don't have saliva, I just have unpulled phlegm
I don't have good words, just unspoken curses spat out in foam
In my corner of the world, I want to burp my end
It's the same corner of the world where you'll lose your son
When I speak nicely, you understand me from a mile away
It's like tracing the letters of a Braille porn magazine
At your party, we are the guests of honor
Cut the lights, hide the wine, or turn up the music
"Dear Mr. Cheloo, can you sing us something?"
A little dance song with a sway
Fuck off!
We get drunk and destroyed when we wake up from the coma
And we distractedly worship the Holy Ghost
The guards ask us about the dead, and obviously the injured
With respect: "Yes, we went to beat up some transvestites!"
The idea that life goes up in smoke horrifies me
That's why I'm charging the bill as much as I can now
We're young, this life still flows in our veins
And we identify, smiling, with the exorcist in underpants.
We're burning glorious, like an exorcist in underpants
With a thousand problems, or just smashed from laziness
We're not stopping, man, it's too early
Our declared goal is to generate migraines
We're burning glorious, like an exorcist in underpants
With a thousand problems, or just smashed from laziness
We're not stopping, man, it's too early
Our declared goal is to generate migraines
It happened on a crazy April evening
When with the guards at the door you forced me to swallow your pills
With your eyes rolled back and foam in your beard
We laughed in the bathroom, stuffing bags of weed down the toilet
Oh, you thought that... dick you thought, you fool
Don't draw conclusions from what I say
Because you understand it backwards
What I let out, you think I'm injecting?
We generally talk about drugs as a matter of fact
I found out that inevitably nobody gets involved
And that your comrades leave you when your world is dearest
Listen, man, I don't blame you for what you are
Although one morning I would really like you to wake up
With a pussy, that instead of Gheorghe you're called Oana
That you're serving a year in Jilava for a gram of Marijuana
That you're internationally known and you don't like it
To see the trash can throwing paper at you, good
And it seemed like everything was going well at one point
I remember I had a role in this shitty life
But it seems I've changed and that scares me
That Spike makes music for money, pussies, and fame
I can be tough or endure,
To be silent or to curse, to spit on you
Or to make you spit on yourself
And I'm not trying to prove it to you, it was a simple figure of speech
So don't take it personally
That I take you in... my arms
We're burning glorious, like an exorcist in underpants
With a thousand problems, or just smashed from laziness
We're not stopping, man, it's too early
Our declared goal is to generate migraines
We're burning glorious, like an exorcist in underpants
With a thousand problems, or just smashed from laziness
We're not stopping, man, it's too early
Our declared goal is to generate migraines