Текст и перевод песни Paraziții - Poliția Trece

Poliția Trece

Politia trece crvele raman
Plange trompeta pe ultimul drum
Bai in pla mea uite cum facem
Pana scrii amenda aia ne ducem si ne intoarcemDomnule judecator permiteti-mi sa fiu barbat
Vreau sa ma apar singur fara avocat
Eram fumat nu eram beat eram un suflet printre stele
Sufeream din dragoste in acele clipe grele
Aveam suta la volan dadeam la me si plangeam
Crva era in pida goala jumate iesita pe geam
Aveam regulamentar doua maini pe volan
Veneam de la divort eram pe drumuri de un an
Treceam pe rosu dar culmea aveam prioritate
Eram singur pe sosea venea un tir nebun din spate
A pus sirena m-a speriat m-a tras pe dreapta
Si-a covorat un politist urat inteligent ca noaptea
In lipsa centurii i-am dat un alt buletin
Va rig frumos in pa mea lasa-ma sa termin
I-am vorbit cu respect ca politistii sunt fani
Am incercat sa -i dau mita doar 50 de bani
M-am incurcat in declaratii fie ce o fi ca e belita
Mergem toti la puscarie sa fie lumea fericita
Politia trece crvele raman
Plange trompeta pe ultimul drum
Bai in pla mea uite cum facem
Pana scrii amenda aia ne ducem si ne intoarcemLas geamul jos se apropie stupoare
Are... si cie catuse pistoale
E tare in gura dar vorbeste ca pa romana
Are ditai burta cand scrie il doare mana
Bulan c-are pn te bate cand ai mainile legate
Sare-n spagat ce cat karate s-arate
Coardele-s coarde el e sef in dezacoarde
Campion plin de el ca cica arata beton cu baston
Pare serios dar e doar prost pistolul nu-i face poc
Nene mata esti un fel de roboco
Bai militica nu ne amenda uite ce bomboana de fata
Daca-i dai un sut in pda boraste ciocolata
Nu-i ceea ce pare cum pare e tehnologie bre
Nu-i dadeam la me ne conectasem usb
Numerele spune pe bune nene nu cunosti tara
In fata Bucuresti in spate Timisoara
Zambeste respectuos da drumul la girofar
Si pleaca cu hartia mea de 130 de dolari
Politia trece crvele raman
Plange trompeta pe ultimul drum
Bai in pla mea uite cum facem
Pana scrii amenda aia ne ducem si ne intoarcem

The Cops Pass By

The cops pass by, the whores remain
The trumpet cries on the final road
Fuck it, babe, watch how we do it
By the time you write that ticket, we'll be gone and back againYour Honor, allow me to be a man
I want to defend myself without a lawyer
I was high, not drunk, a soul among the stars
Suffering from love in those difficult moments
I had a hundred on the speedometer, honking and crying
The bitch was naked, half hanging out the window
I had two hands on the wheel, as per regulations
Coming back from the divorce, I'd been on the road for a year
Running red lights, but strangely, I had the right of way
I was alone on the road, a crazy truck coming from behind
He turned on the siren, scared me, pulled me over
And a ugly cop, as smart as the night, laid down the carpet
Lacking my ID, I gave him a different one
I swear to you, babe, let me finish
I spoke to him with respect, as cops are fans
I tried to bribe him, just 50 cents
I got tangled in my statements, whatever, it's messed up
We're all going to jail, to make the world happy
The cops pass by, the whores remain
The trumpet cries on the final road
Fuck it, babe, watch how we do it
By the time you write that ticket, we'll be gone and back againI leave the window down, he approaches, bewildered
He has... and handcuffs, pistols
He's tough-mouthed, but speaks like a moron
He has a huge belly, his hand hurts when he writes
A bully with a baton, beats you when your hands are tied
He jumps in the splits, what a karate show-off
The strings are strings, he's the boss in disharmony
A champion, full of himself, because he looks good with a baton
He seems serious, but he's just stupid, his gun doesn't go bang
Hey, cop, you're like a RoboCop
Hey, little cop, don't fine us, look at this hot chick
If you kick her in the ass, she'll squirt chocolate
She's not what she seems, it's technology, bro
We weren't honking, we were connecting via USB
Read the plates, seriously, dude, don't you know the country?
Bucharest in front, Timisoara in the back
He smiles respectfully, turns on the flashing lights
And leaves with my 130 dollar bill
The cops pass by, the whores remain
The trumpet cries on the final road
Fuck it, babe, watch how we do it
By the time you write that ticket, we'll be gone and back again