Текст и перевод песни Paraziții - Shoot Yourself (video edit)

Shoot Yourself (video edit)

Împuscã-te si gata
FREAKADADISK: scratch "playback la Mamaia"
Într-un concert de zile mari pe litoral
Vin 10 trupe pe 200 de dolari.
La cel mai mare festival piese furate se prezintã
Dar mamaia e prea bãtrânã si prea proastã sã se prindã.
Ce vezi pe scenã e la limita decentei
Aici se toarnã filmul "Ziua incompetentei".
Spuneti cã iubiti publicul si fanii
Dar de fapt iubiti doar playback-ul si banii
Si când faceti playback e mare riscul:
Vã faceti de cãcat prin concerte când vã sare discul.
Banii zboarã în orice directie
Tu te-nchini la suta de mii cu douã mâini.
Producãtorul tãu spune: "Nu cânta! Dezbracã-te!"
Pentru box-office faci bot în office.
Interzis minorilor sã vadã
Cum apare pe TV un nou pretext de labã.
Ai ochii ca cafeaua da' te freci în cur ca nesul,
Vezi tu: live nu poate 3SE-ul. Nici restul.
Se trage de la prefix
Cei mai tari în playback: ZOOFIL X.
Refren: Te-am pierdut, stii ce-ai de fãcut:
Una micã fãrã lovele la scurt.
Muie tie si celor care te ascultã!
Playback poa' sã facã si o surdomutã.
Ai furat bara de streaptease! Du-o-napoi urgent
La martorii lui Ebola. (no comment)
Organizãm oficial, eficient, un alt eveniment:
MICROFONUL DE LEMN, un mic amuzament.
Voltaj ies pe interval: cinci lorzi
Fãrã chitãri in priza, vã prindeti degetele-n corzi.
La categoria mimã piesa e reprodusã.
Ai cântat, dar nu pe gurã ci pe partea opusã.
Bagaboantelor de loc de lux, vã dau un dolar
Mãcar sa cântati la microfon, nu la celular.
Noapte de vis compromis
Muzical sãriti din pulã-n penis.
Luati premiu din tezaur:
Dinti în gurã din pulã de cerb de aur.
Sincroane de cãcat, texte ca-n telenovelã:
"Fãrã tine/mi-e dor de tine/întoarce-te la mine/
Vreau sã fiu cu tine/într-un scaun cu rotine"
DESPOT: (bã, cu rotile)
OMBLADON: aha, cu rotile.
Te uiti în buzunare si-n oglindã dimineata:
Pentru femeia ta ai bani da' nu te-ajutã fata.
Sunteti persoane publice
Fã si WC-urile ecologice, amice.
La interviuri ne vorbiti de ambitii, aparitii
Ne dati definitii
CHELOO: pânã când o sã-ncepeti sã vã pierdeti dintii.
DESPOT: superproductii nu atrag mãcar un fan
În numele vostru se aruncã bani pe geam.
Te ia mã-ta-n brate si îti spune: "bravo mamã!"
Da' nu stie cã esti curvã-n prostitutia muzicalã.

Shoot Yourself (video edit)

Shoot yourself, that's it
FREAKADADISK: scratch "playback at Mamaia"
At a big-time concert on the coast
10 bands come for 200 dollars.
At the biggest festival, stolen songs are presented
But Mamaia is too old and too stupid to catch on.
What you see on stage is borderline decent
Here they shoot the movie "Incompetence Day".
You say you love the audience and the fans
But you really only love playback and money
And when you do playback, there's a big risk:
You make a fool of yourself at concerts when your disc skips.
Money flies in every direction
You bow down to a hundred thousand with both hands.
Your producer says: "Don't sing! Get naked!"
For box office, you act like a bot in the office.
Minors are forbidden to see
How a new excuse for pawing appears on TV.
Your eyes are like coffee but you rub your ass like instant coffee,
You see: 3SE can't do it live. Neither can the rest.
It's shot from the prefix
The best at playback: ZOOFIL X.
Chorus: I lost you, you know what you have to do:
A little one without money, short and sweet.
Fuck you and those who listen to you!
Even a deaf-mute can do playback.
You stole the striptease pole! Take it back urgently
To the witnesses of Ebola. (no comment)
We officially, efficiently organize another event:
THE WOODEN MICROPHONE, a little fun.
Voltaj come out on the break: five lords
Without guitars plugged in, you catch your fingers in the strings.
In the mime category, the song is reproduced.
You sang, but not with your mouth, but with the opposite side.
To the cheap whores in the luxury seats, I give you a dollar
At least sing into the microphone, not your cell phone.
Dream night compromised
Musically you jump from dick to penis.
You take a prize from the treasury:
Teeth in your mouth from a golden stag's dick.
Shitty lip-syncing, lyrics like in a soap opera:
"Without you/I miss you/come back to me/
I want to be with you/in a chair with routines"
DESPOT: (yo, with wheels)
OMBLADON: aha, with wheels.
You look in your pockets and in the mirror in the morning:
You have money for your woman, but your face doesn't help.
You are public figures
Make the toilets ecological too, buddy.
In interviews you talk to us about ambitions, appearances
You give us definitions
CHELOO: until you start losing your teeth.
DESPOT: super productions don't attract even one fan
Money is thrown out the window in your name.
Your mom takes you in her arms and says: "Good job, mama!"
But she doesn't know that you're a whore in musical prostitution.