Текст и перевод песни Ombladon - Tot noi (feat. Motzu)

Tot noi (feat. Motzu)

2006-2007 dupa Cristos
Bine-ati venit in Romania, acest loc hidos,
Fi stapan pe tine, uita grijile,
Toti trag pentru sine, nimeni nu-ti vrea binele,
Multi la 4 ace pusi, imbracati in fracuri,
Iti mananca coliva cand esti ingropat de facturi,
Cat pla mea poti sa induri in tacere,
Cand cu o cutie de pateu faci petrecere,
Nene, sunt bulversat ca dupa primul joit, in fond,
E ca pe front, se tine cont decat de cont,
Sa-ti vand un pont, tine picioarele pe pamant,
Ca rand pe rand ne luptam cu mori de vant, pe cuvant,
Copii in curtea scolii o ard la vena si folii,
Au privirea intunecata, semn clar al bolii,
La noi, ca la nimeni, se invarte tot cu pile,
Azi cu pile multe copile se vand pe 2 bile,
Inconjurat de-ai tai, ai de ce sa te temi,
Ai grija prietene ca prietenii nu-ti sunt prieteni,
Traim in pace, intr-un continuu razboi,
Noi nu vrem sa vedem nimic pentru ca asa suntem noi.
Tot noi, trecem prin viata veseli,
Cand nu exista fapte bune ci doar interese,
Tot noi, ne privim cu ochii plini de venin,
Viata e trista dar noi continuam sa ne zambim.
Tot noi, trecem prin viata veseli,
Cand nu exista fapte bune ci doar interese,
Tot noi, ne privim cu ochii plini de venin,
Viata e trista dar noi continuam sa ne zambim.
Ne indreptam fara sens ca directie de mers,
Tara asta a devenit un loc lipsit de interes,
Batai pe vise-vise stinse, oamenii isi dau in cap,
Pe scara evolutiei am ramas tot in copac.
Pe cultura cica n-avem bani de aruncat,
Romanul trebuie clar educat,
Nu stii dar pustii poarta-n cangur la folii,
Banu' fac dealerii sa uite ca sunt copii,
Si vad in parc pe bara o pustoaica goala,
Ce se freaca cu-ndrazneala, in loc sa fie-n scoala,
Familii ce-si iau doza de bucurii in ratii,
Traiesc cu multi copii din bani de alocatii,
E trist ce se intampla, suntem vinovati,
Tot noi ne semnam sentinte, suntem blestemati,
2006-2007 dupa Cristos
Bine-ai venit in Romania, acest loc hidos.

To Us (feat. Motzu)

2006-2007 After Christ
Welcome to Romania, this hideous place,
Be master of yourself, forget your worries,
Everyone pulls for themselves, no one wants what's best for you,
Many on their hind legs, dressed in tuxedos,
They eat your food when you're buried in bills,
How much of my land can you endure in silence,
When you can have a party with a box of pâté,
Man, I'm amazed that after the first joint, basically,
It's like on the front lines, only the account is taken into account,
Let me give you a tip, keep your feet on the ground,
As we fight windmills one by one, by word,
Children in the schoolyard burn themselves with needles and foil,
Their eyes are dark, a clear sign of illness,
For us, like for no one else, everything revolves around connections,
Today, with many connections, many girls sell themselves for 2 euros,
Surrounded by your people, you have reason to be afraid,
Be careful, my friend, because your friends are not your friends,
We live in peace, in a continuous war,
We don't want to see anything because that's how we are.
We, all of us, go through life cheerfully,
When there are no good deeds but only interests,
We, all of us, look at each other with eyes full of venom,
Life is sad but we continue to smile at each other.
We, all of us, go through life cheerfully,
When there are no good deeds but only interests,
We, all of us, look at each other with eyes full of venom,
Life is sad but we continue to smile at each other.
We head in the wrong direction without a sense of direction,
This country has become a place devoid of interest,
Dreams are beaten to a pulp, people are running against the walls,
On the evolutionary ladder, we've remained in the trees.
For culture, we supposedly have no money to throw away,
Romanians clearly need to be educated,
You don't know, but kids carry joints and foil in their backpacks,
Dealers make money to forget that they're children,
And in the park I see a naked little girl on the bar,
Who rubs herself shamelessly, instead of being in school,
Families who get their dose of joy in installments,
They live with many children on child support,
It's sad what's happening, we're guilty,
We, all of us, sign our own death warrants, we are cursed,
2006-2007 After Christ
Welcome to Romania, this hideous place.