Текст и перевод песни Suie Paparude - Trafic greu

Trafic greu

Trafic greu cu paranoia pă zeamă
La banda right o dau pă extremă
Vrei nu vrei acum ai o dilemă dată
Pe o temă consacrată.
Muzica îmbina fizica cu chimica
Pirotehnica, electrica cu biologica
Sfidează logica. Cui?
Chiar a ta, e depaşită din start
Împart tot ce se-aude la zero
Cheamă brigada antitero
Te quiero mami, wanna' love me?
Muzica mea face femeia să îţi ardă banii
Te uiţi urît la mine, n-am nimic de dat
Nimic nu e gratis, nu facem blat
Totul e cablat, aliniat, conectat
All the motherfuckers are ready for the attack.

Laboratorul e deschis douăşpatru cu şapte
Pregătim atacu' doi numa' cu sunete moarte
Arte criminale, procedee liniare
Conexiuni duale, lovituri faciale
Subliminal, bagă urechea pă canal.
Stînga, dreapta, pă spate, frontal
Prezentăm aici ceva experimental
Un film belea cu figuranţi dă scandal
Atac de panică pă segmentu' pozitiv
O mie de persoane se atacă pe motiv
De adrenalină şi comportament nociv
Dacă nu fatal, atunci exploziv
Basul le distruge orice membrană
Toba îi loveşte în cutia craniană
La zece mii de hertzi îi apucă-un fel de teamă
Atac de panică la rasa urbană

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Trafic greu cu paranoia pă zeamă
La banda right o dau pă extremă
Vrei nu vrei acum ai o dilemă dată
Pe o temă consacrată
Muzica îmbina fizica cu chimica
Pirotehnica, electrica cu biologica
Sfidează logica. Cui?
Chiar a ta, e depaşită din start
Împart tot ce se-aude la zero
Cheamă brigada antitero
Te quiero mami, wanna' love me?
Muzica mea face femeia să îţi ardă banii

Atac de panică la rasa urbană
Atac de panică la rasa urbană

Atac de panică la rasa urbană

Atac de panică la rasa urbană

Heavy Traffic

Heavy traffic with paranoia on tap,
In the right lane, I'm pushing it to the max.
Like it or not, you've got a dilemma,
On a well-worn theme, a familiar schema.
The music blends physics with chemistry,
Pyrotechnics, electrics with biology,
Defying logic. Whose?
Yours, of course, outdated from the start.
I split everything you hear to zero,
Call the anti-terror brigade, hero.
Te quiero, mami, wanna love me?
My music makes your woman burn your money.
You're looking at me with hate, I've got nothing to give,
Nothing's free, we don't play that way, we live.
Everything's wired, aligned, connected,
All the motherfuckers are ready for the attack.

The lab is open 24/7, you see,
Preparing the attack with deadly sounds, just wait and see.
Criminal arts, linear procedures,
Dual connections, facial beatings, preachers.
Subliminal, put your ear to the canal.
Left, right, behind, frontal.
We present here something experimental,
A hell of a film with scandalous extras, essential.
Panic attack on the positive segment,
A thousand people attack for a reason, heaven-sent.
Adrenaline and harmful behavior,
If not fatal, then explosive, for sure.
The bass destroys any membrane they have,
The drums hit them in their skull, a grave.
At ten thousand hertz, a kind of fear they seize,
Panic attack on the urban race, appease.

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Panic attack on the urban race, appease.

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Heavy traffic with paranoia on tap,
In the right lane, I'm pushing it to the max.
Like it or not, you've got a dilemma,
On a well-worn theme, a familiar schema.
The music blends physics with chemistry,
Pyrotechnics, electrics with biology,
Defying logic. Whose?
Yours, of course, outdated from the start.
I split everything you hear to zero,
Call the anti-terror brigade, hero.
Te quiero, mami, wanna love me?
My music makes your woman burn your money.

Panic attack on the urban race, appease.
Panic attack on the urban race, appease.

Panic attack on the urban race, appease.

Panic attack on the urban race, appease.