Sau - Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakadadisk
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Sau - Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakadadisk

Альбом
CelCareUrăște
Год
2011
Язык
`Romanian`
Длительность
211580

Below is the lyrics of the song Sau , artist - Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakadadisk with translation

Lyrics " Sau "

Original text with translation

Sau

Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakadadisk

Оригинальный текст

Cand fraierii mor de dor intra heroina

Farmaciile vand seringi sustinand medicina

Cand banca voastra le-a luat si vandut masina

Da-ti drumu' la credite si scumpiti benzina

Batranii mor primii, nu-i asa ca va doare

Luati-le pensia bah, astia isi iau mancare

Bolnavii zambesc de frig cand vad primarii

Da-tii afara din spitale, nu sunt bani de Ferrari

Faceti comert dar omorati intermediarii

Si vindeti creme de soare cand apar tantarii

Saracii, sunt la regim da-tii jos din pat

Construiti autostrazi sa evitam viata la sat

Taiati padurile ca mi-e cald stau cu prosopu' pe cap

Si vindeti-mi va rog un aer conditionat

Poluati izvoarele ce dracu', n-aveti combinat

Nu e normal sa bem apa din izvor netimbrat

Vindeti aurul pe bancnote de plastic

Cand nivelul de trai pe vatrai scade drastic

Pare fantastic sau e o dementa ce omoara teama

Si e o pura coincidenta ca ne-am dat seama

Suntem schizofrenici, paranoici, bolnavi

SAU

Suntem puternici

SAU

Suntem slabi

SAU

Suntem inca in cautarea solutiei

Sa se auda pana in Piata Prostitutiei…

Ombladon:

Ne place ca nu ne place si batem pasu' pe loc

Ca nu ne place deloc Basescu, Udrea sau Boc

Luati-ne tot, ne place viata in frig la bloc

E anarhie ca intr-o piesa hardcore sau rock

Luati-va limuzine, vapoare ca piratii

Ca noi avem alte preocupari:

Asteptam tramvaiu-n statii

E foamete mare, saracie ce tare

Ca-mi place sa n-am cand imi cere copilu' bani de bomboane

E frig, nu-i problema ca ne-ncingem intre noi

Luati soarele de pe cer, tineti-l doar pentru voi

Va rugam daca se poate salariile mai mici

Noua ne place sa muncim, nu ne plac banii

Sunteti tampiti?!

Pensiile sunt mici, sunt batrani ce mai conteaza?!

Nu mai apuca o vara, oricum mor, numai voteaza!

Vremurile grele, visele mele, frustarile mele

Capata sens cand gustati din bombele mele…

Suntem schizofrenici, paranoici, bolnavi

SAU

Suntem puternici

SAU

Suntem slabi

SAU

Suntem inca in cautarea solutiei

Sa se auda pana in Piata Prostitutiei…

Перевод песни

When suckers die of longing, heroin enters

Pharmacies sell syringes in support of medicine

When your bank took them and sold them the car

Go for credit and get more expensive gas

Old people die first, it won't hurt

Retire them bah, they are eating

The sick smile with cold when they see the mayors

Get out of the hospital, there's no money for Ferrari

Trade but kill intermediaries

And sell sunscreen when mosquitoes appear

The poor are out of bed

Build highways to avoid village life

Cut the woods because it's hot, I'm sitting with a towel on my head

And please sell me air conditioning

Pollute the springs what the hell, you have no combined

It is not normal to drink water from an unstamped spring

Sell ​​gold on plastic banknotes

When the standard of living on the hearth drops drastically

It looks fantastic or it's a dementia that kills fear

And it's just a coincidence that we realized

We are schizophrenic, paranoid, sick

OR

We are strong

OR

We are weak

OR

We are still looking for the solution

To be heard until Prostitution Square…

Walking:

We like it because we don't like it and we keep up

We don't like Basescu, Udrea or Boc at all

Take everything, we like life in the cold on the block

It's anarchy like in a hardcore or rock song

Take limousines, pirate ships

As we have other concerns:

We were waiting for trams at the stations

There is a great famine, a great poverty

I like not having candy money when my child asks for it

It's cold, no matter how hot we get

Take the sun from the sky, keep it just for you

Please if possible lower wages

We like to work, we don't like money

Are you stupid ?!

Pensions are small, are the elderly what matters ?!

Don't take another summer, I'm dying anyway, just vote!

Hard times, my dreams, my frustrations

It makes sense when you taste my bombs…

We are schizophrenic, paranoid, sick

OR

We are strong

OR

We are weak

OR

We are still looking for the solution

To be heard until Prostitution Square…

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