Текст и перевод песни Paraziții - Nu in Balcani

Nu in Balcani

Garcea casca morbid sub casca
Putem asocia vizual cu fantoma lui pla fleasca
Europa si-o ia la muie
Nu vrea sa recunoasca
Ca si-a vazut doar interesele si nu poa′ sa recunoasca
Va lasam si noi vreo 14 ani la mila lu' Stalin
Sau in lagar 30 de ani pe insula Sahalin
Inc amuscam si. avem venin
Hai sa ne trezim!
Cand o sa intre Istanbul in Europa, noi o sa iesim.
Aveti 2 la geografie, suntem la nord de Balcani
Si manca. mi. ati pla vesnic, romanii nu sunt tigani!
N. avem regi sau imparati, caci am fost abandonati
Cand mureau pe front bunicii nostri inghetati
Ati fugit cu totii intr. un exil de lux sa luptati ptr noi
Iar noi acum. ne cautam eroi
Post comunistii ne. au vandut si ne. au vandut si tara
Si vezi copii de 14 ani purtand tricou cu Cheguevara
Manca. mi. ati pla toti in o mie si una de nopti de vara
N. am suflet, n. am sange, n. am apucaturi de cioara
Nu traim in Balcani, studiati istoria reala. Nu cea din scoala.
De ce alegeti mereu calea usoara?
Patrulati in 4 labe, v. ati pierdut umoru
Plangeti toti ca niste pzde, columpus [?!] taiati sonoru
Esti erou in Romania
Esti un soclu de muste
Ai ceva nespus de bun de spus. vor sa te. mpuste
Posteritate ane va intoarce posterioru′
Si atunci fiind foarte praf o sa. i dam cu picioru'.
Esti erou in Romania
Esti un soclu de muste
Ai ceva nespus de bun de spus. vor sa te. mpuste
Posteritate ane va intoarce posterioru'
Si atunci fiind foarte praf o sa. i dam cu picioru′.

Not in the Balkans

Garcea yawns morbidly under his helmet
We can visually associate him with the ghost of his pale face
Europe is taking a beating
It doesn't want to admit
That it has only looked out for its own interests and it can't admit it
We'll leave you for 14 years at the mercy of Stalin
Or in a camp for 30 years on the island of Sakhalin
We still bite and we have venom
Let's wake up!
When Istanbul enters Europe, we'll get out.
You have a 2 in geography, we are north of the Balkans
And eat it. I've told you a thousand times, Romanians are not gypsies!
We don't have kings or emperors, because we were abandoned
When our grandfathers died frozen on the front
You all fled into a luxurious exile to fight for us
And now we are looking for heroes
The post-communists sold us out and sold out the country
And you see 14-year-old children wearing Che Guevara t-shirts
Eat it. I've told you a thousand and one summer nights
We have no soul, we have no blood, we have no jackdaw's habits
We don't live in the Balkans, study real history. Not the one at school.
Why do you always choose the easy way?
You patrol on all fours, you've lost your sense of humor
You all cry like whores, you cut the rocking chair on the sound
You are a hero in Romania
You are a pedestal of flies
You have something incredibly good to say. they want to shoot you.
Posterity will turn its back on you
And then being very dusty we will kick it.
You are a hero in Romania
You are a pedestal of flies
You have something incredibly good to say. they want to shoot you.
Posterity will turn its back on you
And then being very dusty we will kick it.