Текст и перевод песни F.Charm feat. Aris - Oaia neagră

Oaia neagră

Am cautat comori si n-am gasit
In Marea Moarta
Dintre noi doi, eu raman oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Intr-o jungla de fiare, raman oaia neagra
Cu praf in ochi si urme pe asfaltul ud
Las turmele sa plece-n nord, eu ma duc in sud
Sunt oaia neagra intr-o turma de lichele
O tinta fixa pentru multe revolvere
Cu gheata prafuita, plina de noroi
Am calcat pe coada lupi rai, deghizati in oi
C-am dat si peste multe ce-mi voiau doar banii
Si peste parveniti ce mi-au mancat anii
C-asa sunt oile, toate sunt pervese
Instinct de turma, ca escrocii lui Scorsese
Scarbele, lingusitorii fug mereu de ploaie
Si capul ce se pleaca, sabia nu-l taie
Oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Intr-o jungla de fiare, raman oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Intr-o jungla de fiare, raman oaia neagra
Mi-a dat forta sa ma lupt doar icoana
Cand eram jos la pamant, ca iguana
Oaia neagra intre haite de lei
O Gomora guvernata de zei
Toti ascund aceeasi carne sub haina
Se vand in taina, sa traiasca in faima
Dar, cand vantul indoaie copacii, n-o sa ma clatin ca macii
Stau in picioare ca dacii, am sute de pagini
Turmele vin si se duc, sa ploua, sa tune
P-acelasi drum piciorul pun, obiceiul ramane
Imi dau restart, ma-ntorc in timp, in ziua greilor
Miercuri 13, '91, "Tacerea Mieilor"
Oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Intr-o jungla de fiare, raman oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Oaia neagra
Intr-o jungla de fiare, raman oaia neagra

Black Sheep

I searched for treasures and found none
In the Dead Sea
Of the two of us, I remain the black sheep
The black sheep
The black sheep
In a jungle of beasts, I remain the black sheep
With dirt in my eyes and footprints on the wet asphalt
I let the flocks go north, I go south
I am the black sheep in a flock of scoundrels
A fixed target for many guns
With dusty, muddy claws
I stepped on the tails of evil wolves disguised as sheep
Because I also came across many who only wanted my money
And through upstarts who ate away at my years
Because that's how sheep are, they're all perverse
Herd instinct, like Scorsese's thugs
Ratbags, flatterers always run away from the rain
And the head that bows, the sword does not cut
The black sheep
The black sheep
In a jungle of beasts, I remain the black sheep
The black sheep
The black sheep
In a jungle of beasts, I remain the black sheep
Only the icon gave me the strength to fight
When I was down on the ground, like an iguana
The black sheep among prides of lions
A Gomorrah ruled by gods
All hide the same flesh under their clothes
They sell themselves in secret to live in glory
But when the wind bends the trees, I will not sway like poppies
I stand tall like the Dacians, I have hundreds of pages
The flocks come and go, let it rain, let it thunder
I put my foot on the same path, the habit remains
I restart myself, I go back in time, to the day of the heavyweights
Wednesday the 13th, '91, "Silence of the Lambs"
The black sheep
The black sheep
In a jungle of beasts, I remain the black sheep
The black sheep
The black sheep
In a jungle of beasts, I remain the black sheep