Текст и перевод песни Satra B.E.N.Z. - Umblu Dupa Bani

Umblu Dupa Bani

Femeia ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Un frate ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Lumea ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Unde umblu? Oare unde umblu?
Unde umblu? Oare unde umblu?
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani
Nimic nu e gratis tre' sa ai bani mereu
Umblu dupa bani
Daca n-ai bani ca si cum n-ai tupeu
Umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, daca stau n-am ce s-astept
Umblu dupa bani in fiecare an, nu pot sa stau, sunt baiat destept
O suta e pura, e ochelari de soare, chestie de buget
Am vazut unii mai scumpi, abia ii astept
Viata-i o curva, Dumnezeu nu-i peste
Dupa ploaie vine curcubeul
Norocul e acolo dar nu te loveste
Tre' sa ti-l faci tu mereu
Daca nu ai bani esti zero
Daca nu ai bani, degeaba
Nu esti la Milano, nu esti, fraiere
Faci shopping de mall, faci shopping degeaba
Banii sunt viata ca aerul, apa si tot ce e-n jur
As vrea un milion sa vad daca mai simt nevoia sa fur
Aveam cinci ani cand i-am promis mamei mele o vila
Si pe mama n-am mintit-o niciodata deci momentul ala trebuie neaparat sa vina
Femeia ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Un frate ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Lumea ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Unde umblu? Oare unde umblu?
Unde umblu? Oare unde umblu?

Umblu dupa bani, Calarasi, Bucuresti
Danemarca, Anglia, te-am pupat sa traiesti
DeMoga, KAZIBO, HaHa
PugLife, Satra
Umblii dupa bani in buzunare, in portofele
Si acolo nu-i nimic si asta te sperie, vere
Femeia ma suna, lasa-ma mami
Ti-am spus ca am plecat sa fac banii
Banii n-aduc fericirea?
Spune-i asta unui pusti bolnav de cancer
Ce-i pe citostatice
In timp ce moare si se descompune in fata ta
Sau la toti saracii aia cu stomacul lipit de sira spinarii
Care pentru o friptura si-ar da faptul in fata garii
Ba, traiasca-ti familia ta
Banii n-aduc fericirea? Hahaa

Banii nu ma fac, coane, doar ca eu ii muncesc
Papi striga-n cartier: "Eu nu vreau sa imbatranesc"
Banii cica nu te fac, dar cand ii ai ii cantaresti
Papi striga-n cartier: "Fiule, tu n-o mierlesti"
Umblu dupa bani sunt bagabont inteligent
Mama, melomana cliqua, ne-am baga, ma, la o mica drama
Fratele e spatele si Satra mea e data dracu
Unde pula mea sunt banii despre care dai cu ciocu?
Am zis-o de-atatea ori, am imputit si blocu'
Am zis-o de-atatea ori, m-aude si DIICOT-u'
Satra, motherfucker, o fut pe mama si pe fata
Satra, motherfucker, nu vrei sa ai la noi o plata

(Yeeeaaaah)
Simt miros de bani, trag pe nas (s-s-s)
Cascaval ras
Inalt pana-n tavan, il presar pe pastele cu sos de maidan
Na-na-na-na, o ard italian
Fa, haladito, smolito, sunt aici cu Satra Benzito
Ii place lui fi-to si tie, bandito
Cand e vorba de dinerito
E vorba de tine, poezie, recit-o
Hai treceti in banca ca va tot scolesc
De la spart, cand ma sparg o trag, bang beng beng
Sunt in forma, cu cercul meu mic ca inelul de logodna
Na-na, Vansi jegosi in picioare, H&M toale
Arat ca un sarac, zi-mi boschetare
Gauri in buzunare, O Doamne, Doamne, eu
N-am bani, banii-s eu
(Ce n-a vazut Parisul)

Femeia ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Un frate ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Lumea ma suna, ma cauta, nu ma gaseste
Unde umblu? Oare unde umblu?
Unde umblu? Oare unde umblu?

Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani, umblu, umblu dupa bani
Umblu dupa bani
Nimic nu e gratis tre' sa ai bani mereu
Umblu dupa bani
Daca n-ai bani ca si cum n-ai nici tupeu
Umblu dupa bani

Walking After Money

The woman calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
A brother calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
The world calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
Where do I walk? Where do I walk?
Where do I walk? Where do I walk?
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money
Nothing is for free, you have to have money always
I'm walking after money
If you don't have money, it's like you don't have guts
I'm walking after money
I'm walking after money, if I stay I have nothing to expect
I'm walking after money every year, I can't stay put, I'm a smart guy
A hundred is pure, it's sunglasses, a budget thing
I've seen some more expensive ones, I'm just waiting for them
Life's a bitch, God ain't above
After the rain comes the rainbow
Luck is there but it doesn't hit you
You have to make it yourself always
If you don't have money you're zero
If you don't have money, for nothing
You're not in Milan, you're not, sucker
You're shopping the mall, you're shopping for nothing
Money is life like air, water and everything around
I'd like a million to see if I still feel the need to steal
I was five years old when I promised my mother a villa
And I never lied to my mother, so that moment must come
The woman calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
A brother calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
The world calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
Where do I walk? Where do I walk?
Where do I walk? Where do I walk?

I'm walking after money, Calarasi, Bucharest
Denmark, England, kissed you, live long
DeMoga, KAZIBO, HaHa
PugLife, Satra
You're walking after money in your pockets, in your wallets
And there's nothing there and that scares you, man
The woman calls me, leave me alone, mommy
I told you I went to make money
Money doesn't bring happiness?
Tell that to a kid sick with cancer
Who's on chemo
While he's dying and decomposing in front of you
Or to all those poor people with their stomachs glued to their spines
Who would give up their deed in front of the station for a steak
Yo, long live your family
Money doesn't bring happiness? Hahaa

Money doesn't make me, man, it's just that I work for it
Daddy's yelling in the hood: "I don't want to get old"
Money supposedly doesn't make you, but when you have it you weigh it
Daddy's yelling in the hood: "Son, you're not gonna die"
I'm walking after money, I'm an intelligent vagabond
Mommy, melomaniac clique, we'd get into, yo, a little drama
Brother is the back and my Satra is given to hell
Where the fuck is the money you're talking about?
I've said it so many times, I've stunk up the whole block
I've said it so many times, even DIICOT hears me
Satra, motherfucker, fuck your mother and sister
Satra, motherfucker, you don't want to owe us anything

(Yeeeaaaah)
I smell money, I sniff it (s-s-s)
Grated cheese
High up to the ceiling, I sprinkle it on pasta with ghetto sauce
Na-na-na-na, I'm burning Italian
Yo, haladito, smolito, I'm here with Satra Benzito
He likes it, fi-to, and you, bandito
When it comes to dinerito
It's about you, poetry, recite it
Come on, get in the bank, I'm gonna keep robbin'
From breakin', when I break, I pull it, bang bang bang
I'm in shape, with my small circle like an engagement ring
Na-na, filthy Vans on my feet, H&M clothes
I look like a poor man, call me a bum
Holes in my pockets, Oh Lord, Lord, I
I don't have money, money is me
(What Paris hasn't seen)

The woman calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
A brother calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
The world calls me, looks for me, doesn't find me
Where do I walk? Where do I walk?
Where do I walk? Where do I walk?

I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money, walking, walking after money
I'm walking after money
Nothing is for free, you have to have money always
I'm walking after money
If you don't have money, it's like you don't have guts
I'm walking after money