Текст и перевод песни Deliric feat. Vlad Dobrescu - Stiu Pe Cineva (feat. Vlad Dobrescu)

Stiu Pe Cineva (feat. Vlad Dobrescu)

Ei stiu ca eu stiu tot Bucurestiu',
De la periferie, pana-n centru,
Tot Bucurestiu'-i stie pe cel putin o mie,
Mai toti, din centru, pana la periferie.

Stiu pe unu', nu mai baga,
S-a jurat, isi da cuvantu',
Da' ti-ar sparge usa-n graba,
Daca-ncui K inauntru.
Cica: "a... a... a", ii sare gandu',
Dar se simte multumit in realitatea lui, ca Vantu.

Stiu pe unu' disperat, iti zice frati-tu, bro,
Da combinatii mai bune decat Okazii. ro,
Clasicu' 'sto, vrea banii de drog, (da' lasa-l!)
Si si-ar vinde si rinichii, dar nu-i mai functioneaza.

Stiu pe unu', ii place Cola, zice c-are-un job infect,
Trage linii la birou, ai lui cred ca-i arhitect.
Sta cu nasu' in oglinda, toti ii zic ca-i narcisist,
Are pudra pe oglinda – poate-o fi vreun make up artist.

Il stiu pe unu' camuflat in civil,
Iti face si film (te-nregistreaza!),
Cic-ar vrea sa te cunoasca.
Ca unu' din vecinii din bloc a dat din casa,
Si te-a facut vedeta, spionand de la fereastra.

Stiu pe unu' pe strada mea, te combina la dava,
Sa te bagi jumi-juma' (tre' sa-si traga si el ceva!).
Sta cinci ani in institutie, daca-l toarna cineva,
Ca-l baga la distributie, ca in sali de cinema.

Stiu pe unu' pe care nu-l duce capu', dar vrea si el,
Ca-i place sa se sparga (i se pare smecherie!).
O ardea prost la telefon si i-am zis: "nu ma mai suna! ",
Si acum ma suna sa ma-ntrebe daca stiu pe-altcineva.

Il mai stiu pe unu' treaz, da' e prea lipsit de haz, '
Ca, daca te prinde varza, te bate pe obraz.

Ca sa traiasca 100 de ani, si la bere zice pas,
Da' a avut un accident, maine merg la parastas.

Ei stiu ca eu stiu tot Bucurestiu',
De la periferie, pana-n centru,
Tot Bucurestiu'-i stie pe cel putin o mie,
Mai toti, din centru, pana la periferie.

Stiu pe unu'-n cartier, toti il striga Fat-Frumos, '
Creste cat zece-ntr-un an (si e buna la miros!).
Nu se plange ca-i burtos, ca parcheaza-un mers pzos,
Si da jos cateva kile, da' nu stratu' adipos.

Il stiu si eu, e greu rau, se crede zmeu, zau,
Strabatand strazile cu ML-ul sau,
Si pe se-mping sa se dea cu el in serie.
Cu cine face banking? Pitbull Terrier.

O mai stiu pe una bine, de baga gicon cu mine,
2 tripati pe dopamine, de-nvarteau doar blunt-uri fine.
Acu' arunca bani pe toale si-i ajung doar de legale,
Mai bine umbla goala si se da iar pe penale.

Il stiu pe unu', fost gabor,
Ce-o arde prost, matol,
La 9 dimineata, in fata la bloc, beat mort.
Bea tot ce-i alcool (devine Chuck Norris!),
Iese-afara, in pa goala, si sperie trecatorii.

Stiu un student la ATF, are filme-n cap ca Hendrix,
Ca baga-orice substanta, ca-n chimie, la Appendix.
Memoria-i cam dusa (uneori se crede Matrix!),
I-au lasat mai multe goluri decat Messi pus pe hat-tricks.

Ii stim pe toti, da' nu dam nume, la o adica, nu conteaza,
Toti suntem o piesa mica, intr-un imens joc de puzzle.
Zombi care-si devoreaza, incet-incet, propriul creier,
Intr-un trai mizer – si baga CTC in player (baga!).

I Know Someone (feat. Vlad Dobrescu)

They know that I know all of Bucharest,
From the outskirts, to the center,
All of Bucharest knows at least a thousand,
Most of them, from the center to the outskirts.

I know one guy, don't even try it,
He swore, he gives you his word,
But he'd break down your door in a hurry,
If he smells K inside.
He stumbles, his mind jumps,
But he feels satisfied in his reality, like Vantu.

I know a desperate guy, he calls you bro,
He's got better deals than Okazii.ro,
Classic move, he wants drug money (but leave him!),
And he'd sell his kidneys, but they don't work anymore.

I know one guy, he likes Coke, he says he has a lame job,
He draws lines at the office, his folks think he's an architect.
He's staring at his reflection, everyone says he's narcissistic,
He's got powder on the mirror – maybe he's a makeup artist.

I know a guy camouflaged as a civilian,
He'll even make a movie (he's recording you!),
He says he wants to meet you.
Because one of the neighbors in the block snitched,
And made you a star, spying from the window.

I know one guy on my street, he sets you up with dope,
To go half-and-half (he's gotta get something out of it too!).
He's facing five years in prison, if someone rats him out,
They'll put him in distribution, like in movie theaters.

I know one guy who's not too bright, but he wants in too,
Because he likes to get high (he thinks it's cool!).
He was acting stupid on the phone so I told him, "don't call me anymore!",
And now he calls me to ask if I know anyone else.

I know another guy, he's sober, but he's not funny,
Because if he catches you in a bind, he'll slap you in the face.

He wants to live to be 100, and he says no to beer,
But he had an accident, I'm going to his funeral tomorrow.

They know that I know all of Bucharest,
From the outskirts, to the center,
All of Bucharest knows at least a thousand,
Most of them, from the center to the outskirts.

I know one guy in the neighborhood, everyone calls him Prince Charming,
He grows like ten in a year (and it smells good!).
He doesn't complain about being chubby, that he's got a lazy walk,
And he drops a few pounds, but not the adipose layer.

I know him too, he's heavy, thinks he's a dragon, you know,
Cruising the streets in his ML,
And they're pushing to ride with him in series.
Who does he bank with? Pitbull Terrier.

I know a girl, she's good, she used to do blow with me,
Two trips on dopamine, they only rolled fine blunts.
Now she throws money on clothes and can only afford legal stuff,
She might as well go naked and get back to crime.

I know one guy, ex-cop,
He's a mess, wasted,
At 9 in the morning, in front of the building, dead drunk.
He drinks anything alcoholic (becomes Chuck Norris!),
He goes out, butt naked, and scares the passersby.

I know a student at ATF, he's got movies in his head like Hendrix,
He takes any substance, like in chemistry, in the Appendix.
His memory's kind of gone (sometimes he thinks he's the Matrix!),
They've left him more gaps than Messi going for hat-tricks.

We know them all, but we're not naming names, in the end, it doesn't matter,
We're all a small piece, in a huge puzzle game.
Zombies devouring, slowly, their own brains,
In a miserable life – and they play CTC in the player (play it!).