Текст и перевод песни Vita de Vie feat. Parazitii - Beat mort

Beat mort

Am viteza pe faleza
Penetrez orice coafeza
Care e in antiteza cu conceptul meu de freza
Rezeama-te de mine
Daca nu mai poti sa stai pe tine
Sa facem trenuletu\′
Cretule! Mama ta e-acasa?
Spala-te, ca vin la masa!
Lasa-ma putin cu ea,
Asa si-asa
Si-acuma ia-ma Ombladon,
Ia-ma, du-ma de la microfon
Sa-mi tin gura...
Sa nu taie cenzura
Daca n-ai stiut, n-ai cum sa uiti
Asculti oricum, sunt prea multi
Inculti, neplacuti, stiuti de toata lumea
Gurile rele spun
Ca ne tampim odata ce trec anii,
Dar nu ne dam banii,
La psiholog, cum fac americanii
In orice colt din lume,
E-un nebun plin de spume
Care-alearga o femeie s-o zugrume
Pe bune,
Nu-s vinovat io,
N-am inventat
Nici femeia hoata
Nici barbatul mort de beat!
Cand toti ne-acuza ca ne spargem venele
Ne spargem boxele sa nu mai danseze manele coardele
Vagabonzii stiu,
Ca fraierii nu pot amenintand non-stop
Cu politia sa intre-n top
Cred ca m-am tirat beat mort
Da\' cand ma-ntorc
O sa-ti dam un bas si-o toba mare peste bot!
Tata cand m-a conceput
M-a conceput beat mort,
M-am nascut beat mort,
Tu m-asculti beat mort...
Canta tu in locu\′ meu
BEAT MORT!!!
Toata lumea cade beata dupa primul tau efort...
Dac-as fi mut
As injura prin semne
N-ar sti ce pot sa-nsemne
In curand ar cenzura dansurile moderne
Nu stiu cine ti-a bagat, ce ti-a bagat in inima...
Cred ca-i treaba sado-maso intima
Relaxeaza-te cu laxative
Du-te la specialist
Dai primul semn muzical de sifilis
N-am inteles reteta de succes
...da e mai bine,
Oricum nu ne-am sucit de maine
Toti golanii au descoperit ca in loc de vise
Au un pretext mai bun:
Substante interzise...
Vrei o viata ca-n reclame,
Aparent selecta, perfect,
Iar viata-n p**a n-o mai lua direct in piept!
Cainii de pe strada se intreaba
De ce oameni cu masina si cu celular
Merg in 4 labe pe trotuar,
Oameni cu apartament dorm pe ciment?
Evident, e un nou curent.
Orice carciuma, in care intri
Plina de barbati,
Printre ei doar 3 femei:
Aceleasi 3...
O sa ma trezesc,
Si-o sa-ncep o viata noua,
Dintre iarba si-o halba
O sa le-aleg pe amandoua

Dead Drunk

I speed along the boardwalk,
Penetrating any hairdresser
Who's in antithesis to my hairstyle concept
Lean on me
If you can't stand on your own anymore
Let's make a little train
You idiot! Is your mom home?
Wash up, I'm coming to dinner!
Leave me alone with her for a bit,
Like this and that
And now take me Ombladon,
Take me, get me away from the microphone
To shut my mouth...
So the censors don't cut it
If you didn't know, you can't forget
You listen anyway, there are too many
Uncultured, unpleasant, known by everyone
The gossips say
That we go crazy as the years go by,
But we don't give our money,
To psychologists, like the Americans do
In every corner of the world,
There's a madman full of foam
Who chases a woman to strangle her
Seriously,
It's not my fault,
I didn't invent
Neither the thieving woman
Nor the man dead drunk!
When everyone accuses us of bursting our veins
We burst our speakers so the strings don't dance manele anymore
The vagabonds know,
That suckers can't threaten non-stop
With the police to get to the top
I think I passed out dead drunk
But when I get back
We'll give you a bass and a big drum over your face!
When dad conceived me
He conceived me dead drunk,
I was born dead drunk,
You listen to me dead drunk...
Sing in my place
DEAD DRUNK!!!
Everyone falls drunk after your first effort...
If I were mute
I would curse through signs
They wouldn't know what they could mean
Soon they would censor modern dances
I don't know who put, what they put in your heart...
I think it's a sado-maso intimate thing
Relax with laxatives
Go to the specialist
You give the first musical sign of syphilis
I didn't understand the recipe for success
...but it's better,
We haven't twisted ourselves tomorrow anyway
All the gangsters have discovered that instead of dreams
They have a better excuse:
Illegal substances...
You want a life like in commercials,
Seemingly select, perfect,
And don't take life in the ass directly in the chest anymore!
The dogs on the street wonder
Why people with a car and a cell phone
Walk on all fours on the sidewalk,
People with apartments sleep on cement?
Obviously, it's a new trend.
Any pub you walk into
Full of men,
Among them only 3 women:
The same 3...
I'm going to wake up,
And I'm going to start a new life,
Between the grass and a mug
I'm going to choose both