Текст и перевод песни La Familia feat. Uzzi - Vorbe

Vorbe

Feat. Uzzi)

Vorbe, vorbe
Sunt vorbe de c***t
Le-aud in fiecare zi
Vorbe, sunt vorbe de c***t
Le-aud in fiecare zi

Unii sufera de smecherie, dar ′s vai mortii lor
Cauta sa se umfle in fata fraierilor, sclavilor,
Cateva vorbe sunt un c***t,
Nici o minciuna nu te face mai baiat
Degeaba vorbesti prin cartier ca esti milionar
Cand de fapt n-ai zece mii in buzunar!
Altii spun nume de smecheri, de neamuri de tigani
Dar vorbele lor nu valoreaza doi bani.
Orice sclav tremura cand e sa-si ia omor
Orice tigan mai inbracat se crede Fane spoitoru'
Vorbele n-au valoare, faptele conteaza!
Smecherii se cunosc, nu se inventeaza
Bulangii ma streseaza, cand abereaza
Sa vedem ce poti, vorbele nu ma impresioneaza
Pentru cine cant? Am sa-ti raspund!
Ma gasesti aici in Salajan, nu ma ascund!

Nu vorbi fara sa stii
Nu halii mereu ce auzi de la altii,
Nu te da ce nu poti sa fii
Sunt vorbe de c***t, le-aud in fiecare zi

Pentru ca fraierii sa-nceapa sa cunoasca veteranii
Ca vorbim despre cum e zi de zi si cum trec anii:
Sunt baietii care fac
Si sunt tarfele cu muia
Din cartier de la mine, pana-n salajan la Puya
Poti sa faci un teanc de bani
Daca scoti bine o vorba
Dar mai poti c-o simpla vorba sa ajungi la morga
In fiecare zi
Si in fiecare seara
Apare gabor dupa gabor aproape-n fiecare scara
Care ei in prostia lor.
Astepta doar o vorba sa te duca la **
Am ramas cu ai mei
Si ei cu mine ca la-nceput
Turnatorii de baieti s-au separat de mult
Deci **** pentru gabori, **** pentru tarfe barfitoare de barfe
Am respect pentru cei care-au trait ca mine,
Restu: poc, poc, poc, poc, poc
Pentru tine.
Zi!

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De multe ori o vorba spusa aiurea-i mult mai grea
Aduce mai multa violenta ca o fapta rea
Face dintr-o domnisoara cuminte o t***a
Dintr-un baietas de cartier subiect de barfa
Se aude ca nu stiu ce pustioaica ar suge p***,
Frate, fiecare face ce stie cu gura!
Multi sclavi vorbesc aiurea doar ca sa se bage-n seama
Si am impresia ca adevarul le provoaca teama
Daca nu ma crezi inseamna ca n-ai vazut
Scandaluri intre baietasi pentru o vorba-n vant
Pentru o-njuratura spusa la betie
Baietasii zac pe mese la urgenta in prostie
Multi altii ar fi acum in libertate,
Daca nu ar fi plecat capul la vorbe aruncate pe la spate
Fraierii vorbesc cat se poate, dar nu stiu
Ca o simpla vorba le poate aduce, moarte!!!

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Vorbe

Feat. Uzzi)

Talk, talk
There's talk of c***t
I hear them every day
Talk, it's talk of c* * *t
I hear them every day

Some suffer from trickery, but it's woe to their deaths
Looking to swell in front of suckers, slaves,
A few words are a c***t,
No lie makes you more boyish
You talk about being a millionaire in the neighborhood
When you don't have ten grand in your pocket!
Others say names of tricksters, of gentiles of gypsies
But their words aren't worth a damn.
Every slave trembles when he's about to kill himself
Any dressed Gypsy thinks they're Fane spoitoru'
Words are worthless, deeds matter!
Tricks are known, not invented
Motherfuckers stress me out when they freak out
Let's see what you can, the words do not impress me
Who am I playing for? I'll answer you!
You can find me here in Salajan, I'm not hiding!

Don't talk without knowing
Don't always tell what you hear from others,
Don't give yourself what you can't be
It's c***t talk, I hear it every day

For suckers to start meeting veterans
That we talk about how it is day by day and how the years go by:
It's the guys who do
And there are whores with blowjobs
From my neighborhood to salajan to Puya
You can make a stack of money
If you get a word right
But you can still use a simple word to get to the morgue
Every day
And every night
Gabor after gabor appears in almost every ladder
Which they in their stupidity.
Just waiting for a word to take you to **
I stayed with mine
And they with me as in the beginning
Boy snitches have long since separated
So **** for the cops, **** for the gossip whores
I have respect for those who have lived like me,
Restu: Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
For you.
Day!

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Often a bad word is much harder
Bring more violence as a bad deed
Makes a good lady a t***a
From a neighborhood boy the subject of gossip
It sounds like I don't know what kid would suck p***,
Brother, everyone does what they know with their mouth!
A lot of slaves talk crazy just to notice
And I have the impression that the truth causes them fear
If you don't believe me, you haven't seen it
Scandals between boys for a word in the wind
For a drunken swearing
Boys lie on emergency tables in stupidity
Many others would now be at large,
If he hadn't bowed his head to words thrown behind his back
Suckers talk as much as they can, but I don't know
As a mere word can bring them, death!!!

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