10 degete - Bitza

Lumea se sfarseste… se sfarseste

Trebuie sa cada sub Soare.

Strofa I:

Sunt prea multe mame care-si plang copiii

Si-si detesta soarta ca-u ramas cu viii

Razboaie genocid crime le-auzi pe toate

Sangele se face apa se lupta frate cu frate

Daca-ar fi ramas lacrimi acuma as fi plans

Caci mi se pare meciul dintre viata si moarte prea strans

E doar un pas pe care nu-l faci tu

Este mereu dar cineva a ales momentul

Uitete-n jur uite-te bine si de tot

O sa urmeze in scurt timp un alt potop

Prea multe Gomora prea multi Sodomiti

Prea multi oamnei ce se scoala zilnic tristi

Toti cred ca-u gasit secretele supreme

Se calca pe cadavre, sa-runca cu blesteme

Anateme injurii mereu injuraturi

Nu mai exista dragoste ci bestii in calduri

Si singurul lucru la care pot gandi

E ca din ura nu s-au nascut copii

Ci doar copii ale razboaielor repetate

Imi e frica de viata cum imi este de moarte

Prea cruda mi se pare ironia sortii

Dai nastere la viata in timp ce-ti numeri mortii

Pe zece degete si te intrebi acum

De ce de ceva timp zece nu mai ajung

Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini

Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui

Zece degete la maini ai minte-te

Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine

Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini

Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui

Zece degete la maini ai minte-te

Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine

Strofa II:

Prea multe intrebari prea putine raspunsuri

Traiesti involuntar inconstient si totusi

In fata portii acum, la judecata

La dreapta lu Allah sau in Nirvana cautata

Toata minciuna aflata pe pamant

Sa ti se para doar ce e adica doar un vis urat

Religia ar trebui sa nasca armonie

Si totusi mii de oameni mor zilnic dintr-o prostie

Se stie aproape totul despre nimic

Te crezi prea mic sa-ncerci sa schimbi un pic

Mai tragic mi se pare acum ce-o sa zic

Mai nou nu mai esti mare decat cu suflet mic

Ridic cuvantul impacat cu gandul

Ca tuturor le vine pan-la urma randul

Si-n adancul inimii as vrea sa regasesc

Credinta-n acel lucru care m-opreste sa m-opresc

Si ma feresc sa o arat prea des

Pentru ca de la atata ura incep sa obosesc

Sa va intorc obrazul sunteti atenti la fete

Am box in mana stanga sunt gata sa va fac zdrente

Pentru ca ati ajuns tarfe pe fata

Am trei degete pe care-mi numar prietenii in viata

Iar restul de sapte pentru fiecare

Ca Balierbi cu care ma fac praf

Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini

Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui

Zece degete la maini ai mintete

Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine

Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini

Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui

Zece degete la maini ai mintete

Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maЇne

The world ends… ends

It must fall under the sun.

Verse I:

There are too many mothers crying for their children

He hates his fate that he is left alive

You hear all the genocidal war crimes

Blood is made of water, it is fought brother to brother

If there were tears left now I would have cried

Because it seems to me the match between life and death too close

It's just a step you don't take

It's always, but someone has chosen the moment

Look around, take a good look at everything

Another flood will follow shortly

Too many Gomorrah too many Sodomites

Too many people waking up sad every day

Everyone thinks he found the ultimate secrets

He tramples on corpses, throws curses

Anathemas always swear

There is no more love but beasts in the heat

And the only thing I can think of is

It's just that no children are born out of hatred

But only children of repeated wars

I am afraid of life as I am of death

The irony of fate seems too cruel to me

You give birth to life as you count your dead

Ten fingers and you're wondering now

Why haven't I been ten for a while

Ten fingers and as many dogs

For each of those on which you base yourself

Ten fingers on your hands, mind you

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

Ten fingers and as many dogs

For each of those on which you base yourself

Ten fingers on your hands, mind you

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

Verse II:

Too many questions, too few answers

You live involuntarily unconscious and still

In front of the gate now, in court

To the right of Allah or in sought-after Nirvana

All the lies on the ground

Let it seem to you that this is just a bad dream

Religion should give birth to harmony

And yet thousands of people die every day from stupidity

Almost everything is known about nothing

You think you're too young to try to change a little

It seems more tragic to me now what I'm going to say

You are no longer big but small-hearted

I raise the word at peace with the thought

It's everyone's turn

And in the depths of my heart I would like to find

Faith in that thing that stops me from stopping

And I avoid showing it too often

Because from so much hate I start to get tired

Turning your cheek, beware of girls

I have a box in my left hand, I'm ready to make rags for you

Because you got bitten on the face

I have three fingers that my friends count on in life

And the remaining seven for each

Like Balierbi that makes me dust

Ten fingers and as many dogs

For each of those on which you base yourself

Ten fingers on your hands

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

Ten fingers and as many dogs

For each of those on which you base yourself

Ten fingers on your hands

Maybe it will be much better tomorrow