Текст и перевод песни Phunk B - Nu Mi-E Frică De Moarte

Nu Mi-E Frică De Moarte

Frate pentru frate, hai lasa stou′
Nu exista asa ceva de unde vin io
Nimanui nu-i pasa de tine
Da toti vor sa stie ce pula mea produci, daca o duci bine
In fine, vorba aia "ce-i al meu e al meu"
Ce-i al tau poate fie al meu printr-un procedeu
Numit imprumut pe termen lung
Si daca o faci imbracat elegant nu se prinde un fraer ca ai venit sa furi
Hai, lasa stou'... stiu ca si tu furi
Da zici ca nu, te tragi pe cur si-mi vine sa iti fut un pumn
Ca sunt calic ca Becali,goalnii sau sobolanii
Cand tre′ sa-mi fac banii n-am panica is ca jidanii,tiganii
Am boala pe atarnatori, tradatori, turnatori
Baetei de bani gata, La muie sclavilor!
Vin din Tomis 3, cartieru meu
Plin de legale si bagabonti cu tupeu daca ai tupeu tu

Hai in cartier! Ne rupem noapte de noapte
Noua nu ne e frica de moarte!
Hai in cartier! Ca avem de toate, de toate
Doar vino cu bani in loc de harfe!

Dragoste adevarata... lasa stou'!
Nu exista asa ceva de unde vin io!
Cand doi se cearta al treilea castiga daca femeia face spume
Ca-ti fute un tovaras sa se razbune
Si uite asa se isca scandalul din pacate
Frate asta-i ce primesti daca tragi doar la bagaboante
Beibi stii ce vreau sa zic cand zic ca pui prea des botu'
Degeaba ai seif daca toti ii stiu codu′, totusi

Hai in cartier! Ne rupem noapte de noapte
Noua nu ne e frica de moarte!
Hai in cartier! Ca avem de toate, de toate
Doar vino cu bani in loc de harfe!

Banii n-aduc fericirea... lasa stou′!
Nu exista asa ceva de unde vin io!
Nu se mai joaca barbut, se baga in aparat si la pariuri
Ponturi, bill-u sa iasa spilu
Si pill, prafuri in cluburi, whiskeanu pe cuburi
Te bucuri dupa o buca buna de muguri, s-atatea lucruri
De care sa profiti, da-s multi mahniti
Si stiti... nu-s problema aia pe care nu-i inghititi
Hai... lasa stou'! Si tu ai sapat un frate
Sau te-ai luat la pumni cu el pentru cine stie ce coarde
Sau... clasic... pt bani... pentru care se fac ani
Inca am cunostinte in penitenciare man
Geana dupa Logan mereu sau dupa duba
Stiu un baetas stie mereu pe unde garda umbla
Ii are sub lupa, stie ca strada asta-i o jungla
Smecheru nu face atmosfera, ramane sub gluga

Hai in cartier! Ne rupem noapte de noapte
Noua nu ne e frica de moarte!
Hai in cartier! Ca avem de toate, de toate
Doar vino cu bani in loc de harfe!

Hai in cartier! Ne rupem noapte de noapte
Noua nu ne e frica de moarte!
Hai in cartier! Ca avem de toate, de toate
Doar vino cu bani in loc de harfe!

Nu Mi-E Frică De Moarte

Brother to brother, come on leave it
There's no such thing where I come from
Nobody cares about you
But they all want to know what the fuck you're producing, if you're doing well
Anyway, that's what they say "what's mine is mine"
What's yours could be mine through a process called
Long term loan
And if you do it in a fancy dress, a sucker won't catch you that you came to steal
Come on, leave it... I know you steal too
But you say you don't, you pull yourself on the ass and I want to punch you
Because I'm a cripple like Becali, the homeless or the rats
When I get my money I don't panic, I'm like the Jews, the gypsies
I'm sick of squealers, traitors, informers
Boys of easy money, Slaves to women!
I come from Tomis 3, my neighborhood
Full of good guys and thugs with guts if you have guts too

Come to the neighborhood! We party all night long
We are not afraid of death!
Come to the neighborhood! Because we have everything, everything
Just come with money instead of harps!

True love... come on leave it!
There's no such thing where I come from!
When two fight, the third one wins if the woman gets mad
Because a friend of yours fucks her to get revenge
And so the scandal begins unfortunately
Brother, this is what you get if you only pull on tramps
Baby, you know what I mean when I say you fall for it too often
It's no use having a safe if everybody knows the code, however

Come to the neighborhood! We party all night long
We are not afraid of death!
Come to the neighborhood! Because we have everything, everything
Just come with money instead of harps!

Money doesn't bring happiness... come on leave it!
There's no such thing where I come from!
They don't play dice anymore, they put it in the machine and gamble
Tips, tokens to get the coin out
And pill, powder in clubs, whiskey on ice
You enjoy a good piece of weed, so many things
That you can take advantage of, but many are upset
And you know... it's not the problem you don't swallow
Come on... leave it! You also ditched a brother
Or you fought with him for some strings
Or... classic... for money... for which you do years
I still have acquaintances in prison, man
Always after Logan or after the van
I know a boy who always knows where the guards are patrolling
He has them under the magnifying glass, he knows this street is a jungle
The smart guy doesn't make a scene, he stays under the hood

Come to the neighborhood! We party all night long
We are not afraid of death!
Come to the neighborhood! Because we have everything, everything
Just come with money instead of harps!

Come to the neighborhood! We party all night long
We are not afraid of death!
Come to the neighborhood! Because we have everything, everything
Just come with money instead of harps!