Текст и перевод песни Paraziții - Moartea întreabă de tine

Moartea întreabă de tine

Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
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 trei din viteza va mai lovim cu o piesa
Aprinde lumina coboara cortina
Intra in scena piaza 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 furi tot vestu
Ne minti in piese ca in politica Basescu
Sunt fanul tau numarul 1 avortat afon
Pe mata cand suge pa o amenint la telefon
De vrei sex simbol te misti lasciv pe sol
Te-ar prinde bine rolul unei pizde in namol
La usa bate cineva hai te rog deschide
E o gagica bine care intreaba de tine
Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
Am o presimtire ca patesti ceva
Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
Am o presimtire ca patesti ceva
Nu dansez pentru tine imi respect chelia
Si ma pis pe copia lui Elvis din Romania
Am mania sa jignesc doar stii
Si nefericita va fi acea zi in care voi scrie carti ptr copii
Nu te gandi la tampenii ca ai sa ma faci nefericit
Eu iti explic explicit tu negresit ma intelegi gresit
Cand compun distrugeri tre sa iasa klumea
Si sa stie CNA-ul ca nu dau in femei lunea
Lumea ne vorbeste de rau ji nu e rau k 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 insting
Iar baietii de azi nu 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
Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
Am o presimtire ca patesti ceva
Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
Am o presimtire ca patesti ceva
Te simti cautat
Esti iritat
Te bazaie musca
Ai atitudine cand te zbati pe house ca molusca
Te uras ca pe rockerii specializati in balade
Si o sa vars o ploaie de lacrimi sunt un tip cumsecade
Esti un milionar calvid care a inghitit un fluieras
Canta si te scoatem ca pe 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 ma auzi?(Da)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 e cu mersul ala si si cu sincroanele te strang sandalele?
Pe ascuns ma admiri,ma dai in judecata ne vedem la stiri
Vrei sa imi sugi pa cheama intarirï
Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
Am o presimtire ca patesti ceva
Moartea intreaba de tine
Stiu ca nu iti convine
E placerea mea
Am o presimtire ca patesti ceva

Death is Asking About You

Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you
2007-2008 press release
I can't stay silent, I wear neither a muzzle nor a leash
You're going into paresis
We'll leave you without your prosthesis
When the three of us hit you with another track at full speed
Turn on the lights, lower the curtain
The bad bitch enters the stage
Turn the volume down, the party's over
You're clinging on by your teeth
By all the saints
Nobody falls when it comes to prostitution
Stay on the barricades
You're still a scoundrel, you still steal everything
You lie in your songs like Basescu in politics
I'm your number 1 aborted tone-deaf fan
When your mom sucks dick, I threaten her on the phone
If you want to be a sex symbol, move lasciviously on the ground
You'd fit the role of a bitch in the mud well
Someone's knocking at the door, please open it
It's a fine chick asking about you
Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you
Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you
I don't dance for you, I respect my bald head
And I piss on the Romanian copy of Elvis
I have a mania for insulting, you know
And that day when I write children's books will be unfortunate
Don't think about stupid things, you'll make me unhappy
I explain it explicitly, you definitely misunderstand me
When I compose destructions, it has to be funny
And the CNA should know that I don't hit women on Mondays
People talk bad about us and it's not bad because 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
Behold, I don't go extinct
And the boys of today won't drink anything anymore
I promise we'll have fun naked from now on
We'll quit along with our beloved president
You're there in your official position, you're doing well
Finally, I heard someone asking about you
Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you
Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you
You feel wanted
You're irritated
The fly is buzzing you
You have attitude when you thrash around on house music like a mollusk
I hate you like rockers who specialize in ballads
And I'm going to shed a rain of tears, I'm a nice 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, girls know you're passive
Your mulatto shirt makes you look like you have HIV
Stop me or I'll drag you all one by one into the mud
And I can make millions from music if I attack a barrel
Two, three, mic check, can you hear me? (Yes) Is it loud? (Yes)
Actually, turn off the microphone, I'm gonna slap these guys. (I turned it off)
Aren't you a gipsy Puerto Rican anymore?
What's with that walk and the synchro, are your sandals tight?
You secretly admire me, you're suing me, we'll see each other on the news
You want to suck my dick, call for backup
Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you
Death is asking about you
I know you don't like it
It's my pleasure
I have a feeling something's gonna happen to you