Текст и перевод песни Parazitii feat. Margineanu - Moartea Întreabă De Tine

Moartea Întreabă De Tine

Moartea intreaba de tine,
Stiu ca nu-ti convine,
E placerea mea.
Totul ti se trage,
De la prea mult bine,
Am o presimtire,
Ca patesti ceva.

2007-2008, comunicat de presa,
Sa tac nu pot, nu port nici botnita nici lesa,
Dai in pareza,
Te lasam fara proteza,
Cand noi 3 din viteza,
Va mai lovim c-o piesa.
Aprinde lumina, coboara cortina, intra in scena piza rea,
Lasa volumul jos, s-a terminat petrecerea.
Va tineti cu dintii, pe toti sfintii,
Nimeni nu cade,
Cand e vorba de prostitutie ramaneti pe baricade.
Tot bulangiu esti, tot...
Tot furi tot, vezi tu?
Ne minti in piese ca-n politica Basescu.
Sunt fanul tau nr. 1, ****n afon,
Pe ma-ta cand suge p**a o am ringtone la telefon,
Te vrei s*-simbol, te misti lasciv pe soul,
Te-ar prinde bine rolul unei piz*e in namol.
La usa bate cineva, hai te rog deschide,
E-o gagica bine, care intreaba de tine.

Ref: Nu dansez pentru tine, imi respect chelia,
Si m****s pe copia lui Elvis, din Romania,
Am mania sa jignesc-doar stii!
Si nefericita va fi
Acea zi in care voi scrie carti pentru copii.
Nu te gandi la tampenii, c-ai sa ma faci nefericit,
Eu iti explic explicit, tu negresit ma-ntelegi gresit.
Cand compun distrugeri, tre'sa iasa ca lumea,
Si sa stie CNA-ul ca nu dau in femei lunea,
Lumea ne vorbeste de rau, si nu e rau ca nu tragem la jug,
Noi distram omul cand altii il distrug.
Azi nu vorbesc de alcool, si poate nici nu sunt matol,
Iata ca nu instig,
Iar baietii de azi n-o sa mai bea nimic,
Promit sa ne distram pe gol, de azi inainte,
Vom renunta o data cu iubitul nostru presedinte.
Esti acolo in postul tau, oficial iti merge bine,
In sfarsit am auzit ca intreaba cineva de tine.

Ref: Te simti cautat, esti iritat, te bazaie musca,
Ai atitudine cand te zbati pe house ca molusca,
Te urasc ca pe rockerii specializati in balade,
Si-o sa vars o ploaie de lacrimi, sunt un tip cum se cade,
Esti un milionar, calvit, care a inghitit un fluieras,
Canta, si te scoatem ca pe-o maimuta la cico in oras,
Esti activ la Tv, fetele te stiu pasiv,
Tricoul tau mulat te face sa pari bolnav de HIV,
Opriti-ma! sau va tarasc pe rand pe toti in noroi,
Si pot sa scot milioane din muzica, daca agresez un butoi.

Doi, trei, proba de mic: M-auzi? Se-aude tare? (Da)
De fapt opreste microfonul, ca pe astia ii iau la palme (L-am oprit)

Nu mai esti gipsy, bai portoricanule?
Ce-i cu mersul ala, si cu sincroanele, te strang sandalele?
Pe-ascuns m-admiri, ma dai in judecata
Ne vedem la stiri,
Vrei sa-mi sugi p**a? Cheama intariri...

Death Asks About You

Death asks about you,
I know you don't like it,
It's my pleasure.
You got it all,
From too much good,
I have a premonition,
That something will happen to you.

2007-2008, press release,
I can't shut up, I don't wear a muzzle or a leash,
You're paralyzed,
We'll leave you without a prosthesis,
When the three of us at speed,
Hit you again with a track.
Turn on the lights, lower the curtain, the bad pizza enters the scene,
Turn down the volume, the party's over.
You hold on with your teeth, by all the saints,
Nobody falls,
When it comes to prostitution, you stay on the barricades.
You're still a pimp, you still...
You steal everything, see?
You lie to us in songs like Basescu in politics.
I'm your number one fan, you tone-deaf ****,
When your mom sucks d**k, I have it as a ringtone on my phone,
You want to be a sex symbol, you move lasciviously on soul,
The role of a b**ch in the mud would suit you well.
Someone's knocking on the door, please open it,
It's a good looking girl asking about you.

Chorus: I don't dance for you, I respect my bald head,
And I sh*t on the Romanian Elvis copy,
I have the rage to offend - you know!
And unhappy it will be
The day I write books for children.
Don't think about nonsense, you'll make me unhappy,
I explain it explicitly, you definitely misunderstand me.
When I compose destructions, it has to be perfect,
And the CNA should know that I don't hit women on Mondays,
The world talks bad about us, and it's not bad that we don't pull the yoke,
We entertain people when others destroy them.
Today I'm not talking about alcohol, and maybe I'm not even drunk,
See, I don't instigate,
And the boys of today won't drink anything anymore,
I promise we'll have fun naked, from now on,
We'll quit together with our beloved president.
You're there in your position, officially you're doing well,
Finally, I heard someone ask about you.

Chorus: You feel wanted, you're irritated, the fly buzzes you,
You have attitude when you flounder on house like a mollusk,
I hate you like rockers specializing in ballads,
And I'll shed a rain of tears, I'm a decent guy,
You're a bald millionaire who swallowed a whistle,
Sing, and we'll take you out like a monkey on a leash in the city,
You're active on TV, the girls know you're passive,
Your tight T-shirt makes you look like you have HIV,
Stop me! Or I'll drag you all one by one in the mud,
And I can make millions from music if I attack a barrel.

Two, three, mic test: Can you hear me? Is it loud? (Yes)
Actually, turn off the microphone, because I'm gonna slap these guys (I turned it off)

You're not a gypsy anymore, Puerto Rican boy?
What's with that walk, and the synchronicities, are your sandals tight?
You secretly admire me, you sue me
We'll see each other on the news,
You want to suck my d**k? Call for backup...