Текст и перевод песни Killa Fonic feat. Nane - Muguri

Muguri

Tarfe, bani, alcool,
N-o sa ne inecam din nou,
Mama simt ca pot sa zbor,
Cu toti fratii din ghetou,
Tarfe, bani, alcool,
Noi nu suntem generatia lor.
Strofa Killa Fonic:
Mama stii ca niciodata n-o sa cad,
Un bagabont ca mine urca intruna fara grad,
Am invatat de mic ca viata mea nu-i viata lor,
Si tre sa iau decizi io, io, io nu din tiparul lor (no, no, no),
Exista iertare dar apa nu spala sangele,
Legea nu tine cont de suflet pune somn pe gene,
Strabunica si bunica mea au fost la zeghe,
Ca n-au vrut sa fie sclavele unor masoni nene,
Ma uit la copiii din mahala iti arata semne,
Si cand o sa se faca mari o sa-ti faca probleme,
M-au botezat tigani in lighian cu aur, bani, margele,
Iar societatea cu apa lor cica vrea sa ma spele,
Nu stiu ca pustiu' e calit ca Ahile tras de glezna,
E haladit si intelept dar tot se ineaca in bezna,
O Doamne ai mila de fratele meu ca-i la racoare,
Si da-i o sansa poa' sa indrepte stiu ca e in stare,
In stare ca toti fratii din tara si din Diaspora,
Departe dar ne leaga sangele si energia sa.
Strofa Nane:
Stilu' meu de viaţă nu mi l-am ales,
Dar aici m-am născut şi-aici şi trăiesc...
Şi dacă aici trăiesc, mă jur să reuşesc
Ca pe fraţii mei, cei mai loiali, să îi hrănesc!
Vorbesc... Despre broşii care sunt familie,
Despre vise şi planuri, care sunt cu miile,
Despre... cum noi suntem ăia care nu se joacă
Poate pare o joacă, da' băieţii o să spargă!
Roagă-te, roagă-te pentru noi...
Crescuţi în iad, noi nu dăm înapoi.
Flăcări în ochi, de la atâtea nevoi
Facem dezastru cu o inimă sloi!
Bagabont umil, am doar de învăţat
De la bagabonţii mari care m-au adoptat
Din sânu' străzii, de unde m-am alăptat,
Încep să văd lumină, zi-mi "iluminat"!
Se zice că eşti un produs al mediului,
Da' ce faci când eşti prins în ghearele cartierului?!
Un copil sărac, care-i remediul lui?!
Tre' să se adapteze unde nu e mediul lui, nu?!
Zi tu...
Îmi pun întrebări ca tâmpitu'!
Exact ca şi fii-ta şi fii-tu,
Încerc s-o rezolv cu trăitu'!
Realitatea-i crudă, viaţa-i temporară,
Timpu-i limitat, doar fii atent cum zboară.
Poţi să ţi-l petreceri liber sau în celulă
Da' ce laşi în urmă când te duci pe pulă?

Buds

Bitches, money, alcohol,
We won't drown again,
Mama, I feel like I can fly,
With all my brothers from the ghetto,
Bitches, money, alcohol,
We are not their generation.
Verse Killa Fonic:
Mama, you know I'll never fall,
A vagabond like me climbs forever without a degree,
I learned from a young age that my life is not theirs,
And I have to make decisions myself, me, me, not from their mold (no, no, no),
There is forgiveness but water doesn't wash away blood,
The law doesn't care about the soul, it puts sleep on eyelashes,
My great-grandmother and grandmother were in chains,
Because they didn't want to be slaves to some mason men,
I look at the children in the hood, they show you signs,
And when they grow up, they will give you problems,
They baptized me gypsies in a basin with gold, money, beads,
And society with their water supposedly wants to wash me,
They don't know that the wasteland is hardened like Achilles pulled by the ankle,
He is chilled and wise, but still drowns in darkness,
Oh Lord have mercy on my brother, he's in the cooler,
And give him a chance, maybe he can straighten up, I know he's capable,
Capable like all brothers in the country and in the Diaspora,
Far away, but we are bound by blood and its energy.
Verse Nane:
I didn't choose my lifestyle,
But I was born here and this is where I live...
And if I live here, I swear to succeed
So I can feed my brothers, the most loyal ones!
I'm talking... About the bros who are family,
About dreams and plans, which are in the thousands,
About... how we are the ones who don't play
It may seem like a game, but the boys are gonna break through!
Pray, pray for us...
Raised in hell, we don't back down.
Flames in our eyes, from so many needs
We wreak havoc with a heart of ice!
Humble vagabond, I only have to learn
From the great vagabonds who adopted me
From the bosom of the street, where I was breastfed,
I begin to see light, call me "enlightened"!
They say you are a product of your environment,
But what do you do when you're caught in the clutches of the hood?!
A poor child, what is his remedy?!
He has to adapt where his environment is not, right?!
Tell me...
I ask myself questions like an idiot!
Just like your daughter and your son,
I try to solve it with living!
Reality is cruel, life is temporary,
Time is limited, just watch how it flies.
You can spend it free or in a cell
But what do you leave behind when you go to hell?