Текст и перевод песни Paraziții - Ca fuga pe gheață

Ca fuga pe gheață

Javra din mine doar de bine ma invata,
Echilibru′ in viata e ca fuga pe gheata
Constiinta imi striga: La munca ba!
Pe strada mea in fiecare zi e sambata x 2
Sar din pat speriat in orice zi de joi cand te scola
Si din morti masina de gunoi
In conditii de stres rulez
Din versuri nu te caci caldura k sunt debransat
Cunvintele grele demasca furia
Clubul debransatilor de la caldura saluta presedentia...
Uraaa!!!
E la moda sa nu fii roman
De inteles de fapt .Romanii isi insceneaza rapiri in Iraq... OH!
Cu rabla rupta in 2 plina de boxe prinzi: Despeapta-te romanee...
Si vad popor cu noxe
Sexul opus, redus, rapus de cruzime, isi ia din tari straine M**E si cizme...
YE!
E locu'n care doar garda doarme-n post,
Nu se platesc taxe, consideram k n-are rost,
C-a fost deputat te-ai mutat in Baneasa,
I-ati un Inger pazitor sa iti pazeasca casa
Facem ce vrem, cioplim capete de lemn,
Tot aicea suntem, si ne F***EM in el de sistem.
Javra din mine doar de bine ma invata,
Echilibru′ in viata e ca fuga pe gheata
Constiinta imi striga: La munca ba!
Pe strada mea in fiecare zi e sambata x 2
Nu pot fi condus, deci nu-mi dati lectii,
Martori sunt peretii,
Am un set nou de dejectii
Sunt putini cei pa care ii admir, de-aia vorbesc in sictir
Sunt mai spurcat de limba ca o sefa de Trafe in tractir.
Nu retrag ce spun, Stai pe fir!
Cartier egal, un numar mare de dughene aliniate vertical, Conectate
La reteaua de ghene,
E locu'n care carnatii intra in casa devreme si papagalii
Nu au nevoie de pene.
Zdrentele scot puf din perne cu orice nene
Albinele danseaza pa flori ci pa vene
Cand se termina noaptea omoara lautarii cu satisfactia
Cu care eu omor tantarii!
Vorbmin despre mine la persoana a 3-a spun: ca baiatu'
Asa chel si scund vrea sa va vada sapun!
Vrei sa fii bogat, apuca-te de furat,
Sau cauta banii lu′ Ceausescu in Iraq...
Am incalcat cel putin 5 din 10 porunci,
Ma pocaiesc la 90 de ani, pacatuiesc pana atunci!
Sunt cine sunt si n-am mari pretentii,
Fac ce vrea P**A mea, fac betii non conventii...
Muzica buna stumuleaza pacientii...!
Javra din mine doar de bine ma invata,
Echilibru′ in viata e ca fuga pe gheata
Constiinta imi striga: La munca ba!
Pe strada mea in fiecare zï e sambata x 2

Like Running on Ice

The beast within me only teaches me good,
Balance in life is like running on ice
My conscience screams: Get to work, man!
On my street, every day is Saturday x 2
I jump out of bed scared every Thursday when the garbage truck wakes you up
And the dead
I roll under stressful conditions
Don't get warm from my verses, I'm disconnected
Heavy words unmask the fury
The club of the disconnected from the heat salutes the presidency...
Hurray!!!
It's fashionable not to be Romanian
Understandable actually. Romanians stage kidnappings in Iraq... OH!
With a wreck broken in two, full of speakers, you catch: Wake up, Romanian...
And I see people with fumes
The opposite sex, reduced, defeated by cruelty, takes D*CKS and boots from foreign countries...
YE!
It's the place where only the guard sleeps on duty,
We don't pay taxes, we think it's pointless,
Because you were a deputy, you moved to Baneasa,
Get a guardian angel to guard your house
We do what we want, we carve wooden heads,
We're still here, and we F*** the system.
The beast within me only teaches me good,
Balance in life is like running on ice
My conscience screams: Get to work, man!
On my street, every day is Saturday x 2
I can't be led, so don't give me lessons,
The walls are witnesses,
I have a new set of excrement
There are few that I admire, that's why I speak in boredom
I'm more foul-mouthed than a madam in a brothel.
I don't take back what I say, Stay on the line!
Equal neighborhood, a large number of shops lined up vertically, Connected
To the network of genes,
It's the place where sausages enter the house early and parrots
Don't need feathers.
The rags take fluff out of pillows with any guy
Bees dance on flowers and on veins
When the night ends, they kill the fiddlers with the satisfaction
With which I kill mosquitoes!
Speaking about myself in the third person, I say: that the boy
So bald and short wants to see you soap!
You want to be rich, start stealing,
Or look for Ceausescu's money in Iraq...
I have broken at least 5 of the 10 commandments,
I repent at 90 years old, I sin until then!
I am who I am and I don't have high expectations,
I do what my D*CK wants, I get drunk unconventionally...
Good music stimulates patients...!
The beast within me only teaches me good,
Balance in life is like running on ice
My conscience screams: Get to work, man!
On my street, every day is Saturday x 2