Текст и перевод песни El Nino feat. Chronic - Onoarea Înainte De Toate

Onoarea Înainte De Toate

Onoarea nu se vinde.
Fac din noapte si zi,
Scriu poezii si fac hartii.

De jos pana sus, e drum lung da' merita
Fiecare bulangiu, fiecare piedica...
Trec peste toate, ma-ndrept catre moarte,
Da-ncerc sa ma-ndrept inainte de toate.
Cate greseli am facut, n-am regrete,
Ce foame de bani, totodata si sete.
Adorm cu verde, ma trezesc in liniste,
Incerc sa mai spal din pacate, ce bine ca
Tata ma iarta ca dragoastea vindeca
Rana deschisa ca ura te spinteca.
Onoarea inainte de toate si afla
Sufletul meu n-o sa treaca prin lava.
Marfa baiatul, ce bine le zice,
Nino, nino, ca masina de "police".
Din cap, pun pe hartie
Din cea mai mare drama, cea mai buna comedie.

Onoarea nu se vinde

Palid printre cuvinte.
Fac din noapte si zi,
Scriu poezii si fac hartii.

Mandru de viata mea, 'n viata mea n-am
N-am dat un gram din sangele de-oltean.
Ziua munceam, noaptea radeam mult
Daca vorbeai, n-aveam timp sa te-ascult.
Asa am invatat sa strang din dinti,
Daca mi-e foame, ii pup pe parinti.
Astept sa vina perioada de glorie,
Lasa-mi soarele pe cer ca o molie.
Cad daca nu-mi dai stofa din prima,
Linie ca merit respectul si stima.
Harp-Cord, familia, fratii.
N-avem de gand sa va intram in gratii.
Scriu fix ce sunt din inima cant
Real din strada, 'mi-au strada-n mormant
Si scriu fix ce sunt din inima cant,
Real din strada, 'mi-au strada-n mormant.

Honor Above All

Honor is not for sale.
I turn night into day,
I write poetry and make money.

From the bottom to the top, it's a long way but it's worth it
Every bully, every obstacle...
I overcome them all, I'm heading towards death,
But I try to make things right before everything else.
How many mistakes I have made, I have no regrets,
Such a hunger for money, but also a thirst.
I fall asleep with weed, I wake up in peace,
I try to wash away some of my sins, how good that
My father forgives me because love heals
Open wounds like hate tear you apart.
Honor before all else, and know
My soul will not pass through lava.
The boy sells his wares, how well he speaks,
Nino, nino, like a "police" car.
From my head, I put it on paper
From the greatest drama, the best comedy.

Honor is not for sale

Pale among words.
I turn night into day,
I write poetry and make money.

Proud of my life, I've never
I've never given a drop of my Wallachian blood.
I worked during the day, I laughed a lot at night
If you talked, I didn't have time to listen.
That's how I learned to grit my teeth,
If I'm hungry, I kiss my parents.
I wait for the period of glory to come,
Leave the sun in the sky like a moth.
I fall if you don't give me the verse from the first,
Line that I deserve respect and esteem.
Harp-Cord, the family, the brothers.
We have no intention of going to prison.
I write exactly what I am, from the heart I sing
Real from the street, I have the street in my grave
And I write exactly what I am, from the heart I sing,
Real from the street, I have the street in my grave.