Текст и перевод песни THE REAL HOMEBOY - Literatura

Literatura

Cuvinte imi trec prin cap
Da' sunt bine
Propozitii fac
Nu cu mine
Am atatea idei pe track
Nu-ti convine
Am doi trapperi ii sparg
Nu-i de tine

Cuvinte imi trec prin cap
Da' sunt bine
Propozitii fac
Nu cu mine
Am atatea idei pe track
Nu-ti convine
Am doi trapperi ii sparg
Nu-i de tine

Literatura
Fac literatura
Fac literatura
Scrisa fara ura

Literatura
Literatura
Fac literatura
Scrisa fara ura

Arta mea pura ortografie
Daca vrei concret fotografie
Fac ce fac ca sa imi placa mie
Fac ce fac da' nu din saracie

Literatura e mama
Literatura e drama
Literatura e arma
Literatura e flama

Atatea cuvinte spune-mi dictionar cu
Credite spune mi debitar, hu
Le leg, le adun ca un carturar, who?
Arta din pix, stilou mi-o dai tu

Arta si chakra cu mama si tata ma ajuta sa mi-o ard wow
Kicku' si spicu', beatu' si Nicu mi-o dau in cap, murdar? No
Garda cu spada, caramida de un kil cu zapada e argou
Arta e harta si coiata e poarta intelege si tu nu fi bou

Vad o stearsa o scriu
Dau o gherla ca sa ma simt viu
Scriu despre cum ma ia de gagiu
Scriu despre cum ti-o iau, esti diliu?

Am mii metafore-n vers
Am mii metafore-n mers
Nu stiu cine te crezi
Vrei viziunea da' tu nu vezi

Vrei inspiratie da' nu stii sa scrii
Durii din voi, niste copii
Fraierii din voi canta Do Re Mi
Esti fraier si tu inca nu o stii

Strada, strada, banda
Literatura-i arta
Canuri, canuri, grafferi
Montana pentru writteri

Strada, strada, banda
Literatura-i arta
Canuri, canuri, grafferi
Montana pentru writteri

Sterg o stearsa bine bine
Muzica mea peste tine
Nu beau Hellu' e deja in mine
HBZ nu iti convine

Da, ma innec in ea
Literatura-i un ocean
Ma gandesc la ea
Pur copil clujean

Stiu doar leanu' ma alina, ma adoarme
Cand il torn in double cup
Alinat de niste doamne

Ea Veronica
Eu Eminescu
Rup Clujul in doua
Balade ca si Enescu

Movu, movu, movu
Promethazina
Alina poetu'
Cand nu vede lumina

O shaorma asa vegana
Poa' sa-ti fie cina
Tratez generatia asta
Zici c-am facut medicina

Literatura e mama
Literatura e drama
Literatura e arma
Literatura e flama

Literature

Words flow through my head
But they're alright
I make sentences
Not with me
I have so many ideas on track
You don't like it
I have two trappers I break them
Not for you

Words flow through my head
But they're alright
I make sentences
Not with me
I have so many ideas on track
You don't like it
I have two trappers I break them
Not for you

Literature
I make literature
I make literature
Written without hatred

Literature
Literature
I make literature
Written without hatred

My art is pure spelling
If you want something real, photography
I do what I do to please myself
I do what I do, but not out of poverty

Literature is mother
Literature is drama
Literature is a weapon
Literature is a flame

So many words, tell me dictionary with
Tell me the debit
I connect them, I add them like a scholar
Art from pens, give me your pen

Art and chakra with mom and dad help me get high
Kick and spike, beat and Nicu give me a headache
Guard with a sword, a brick of snow is slang
Art is a map and a gate is a way, understand it yourself, don't be stupid

I see a blank, I write it
I give a jail to feel alive
I write about how it takes me for a boy
I write about how I take it from you, are you crazy?

I have thousands of metaphors
I have thousands of metaphors
I don't know who you think you are
You want the vision, but you can't see

You want inspiration, but you don't know how to write
The tough guys, some kids
The losers sing Do Re Mi
You are a loser and you do not know it yet

Street, street, gang
Literature is art
Cans, cans, graffiti artists
Montana for writers

Street, street, gang
Literature is art
Cans, cans, graffiti artists
Montana for writers

I wipe a blank well
My music over you
I don't drink Hell, it's already in me
HBZ doesn't suit you

Yes, I'm drowning in it
Literature is an ocean
I think about her
Pure Cluj boy

I just know the lean heals me, puts me to sleep
When I pour it into a double cup
Soothed by some ladies

She is Veronica
I am Eminescu
I brake Cluj in two
Ballads as Enescu

Movu, movu, movu
Promethazine
Align the poet
When he doesn't see the light

A vegan shawarma
Can be your dinner
I treat this generation
You'd think I was a doctor

Literature is mother
Literature is drama
Literature is a weapon
Literature is a flame