Cicatrici - Doc

Stau aici si numar cicatricile pe trup si pe dinauntru

Nici un motiv sa ma plang, dimpotriva-s mandru

Si o sa le port ca pe-o decoratie

Ca in general cele mai bune lectii nu ti le predau aliatii

De-a lungul vietii am luat si tepe recunosc

Dar prefer sa mor fraier decat sa mor prost

Ma intreb, cine-si cheltuie timpul mai cu folos?

Cine alearga prin ploaie sau cine asteapta la adapost?

Uite.

Semnele astea iti arata pe unde am fost

Craniu spart in noua’s’opt cand mi-am luat un mare box

Ca eram prea tare in gura

Lumea in jur ingrijorata ca as fi luat-o pe aratura

Satul sa ma imbrac in fiecare zi cu aceleasi rand te toale mereu

Scrisul de pe tricou, astia credeau ca e numele meu

Noaptea cu paralizie in somn, sa adorm era o lupta

Stand pe o canapea extensibila, rupta

Cu mainile pe piept, poate-s chiar mort deja

Dar in cazul asta ce rost are a mai ma proteja?

M-am riscat si am castigat

Dar si de-as fi pierdut gresit ar fi fost ca frica de esec

Sa ma fi tinut sa nu mai fac nimica

Si acum ma lupt cu asta fiindca-s numa' la jumate de drum

Mai am multe de invatat privind in spate

La ce putin stiam de fapt pe cand credeam ca le stiu pe toate

Nu m-au durut la timpul lor

Au trecut asa usor, dar m-au durut in viitor

Si inca… nu-s doar semnele pe corp

Sunt si cele de pe cord, fara ele nu sunt tot

Inca… Mutarea mea de sine sunt check in-uri

De aia zic mereu ca e bine, stiu ce inseamna sa te chinui

Si inca… lasa sa doara, asa creste

Cine nu traieste, nu povesteste

Am cicatrici…

Stai, ma, femeie jos, nu mai tipa te rog

Iar ma tripez prost si iar o iau din loc

Hai sa slefuiesc un ciot din cate au fost

Poate ma pricep, auzi, dar imi dai si mie un foc?

Ca si copil am cazut mult

Dar am intrevazut ca va fi bine, am avut vazul bun

La dracu, si acum lupt cu sine, tot nu ma supun

Viata mea e ca spalatul pe maini, nu pot fara sapun

Suflet in ce fac si asta ma consuma

De aia dau pe gicon jumate din cat faci tu pe luna

Plus ca ma ajuta sa uit ce zice aia batrana

Ca ea e in curand tarana, baiatul ei cui ii va ramane?

Fata.

stii, tu tot ce am impart cu tine

Si daca nu se imparte bine, partea mare iti revine tie

Cand intr-un Craciun am dat pe ghete o mie

Stii ca-s doar ranile saraciei in copilarie, mami

Ia-ma naibii in brate ca stii ca am nevoie

Rasfat ca Domnul Goe, ai grija de domnul poet

N-oi fi facut eu vreo Arca, dar altul ca mine n-o e

Doar tu stii ca nu e joaca si ca-mi vine bine boem

Timpul a inchis ranile le-a uns cu ceva vreme

M-a lasat cu cearcanele astea de le tot plimb in perne

Stiu, mi-ai luat o crema, nu m-am dat, dar nu de lene

Ci ca am alte cicatrici, esti cea mai buna dintre creme

Da-ma cu tine.

Nu m-au durut la timpul lor

Au trecut asa usor, dar m-au durut in viitor

Si inca… nu-s doar semnele pe corp

Sunt si cele de pe cord, fara ele nu sunt tot

Inca… Mutarea mea de sine sunt check in-uri

De aia zic mereu ca e bine, stiu ce inseamna sa te chinui

Si inca… lasa sa doara, asa creste

Cine nu traieste, nu povesteste

Am cicatrici…

Nu m-au durut la timpul lor

Au trecut asa usor, dar m-au durut in viitor

Si inca… nu-s doar semnele pe corp

Sunt si cele de pe cord, fara ele nu sunt tot

Inca… Mutarea mea de sine sunt check in-uri

De aia zic mereu ca e bine, stiu ce inseamna sa te chinui

Si inca… lasa sa doara, asa creste

Cine nu traieste, nu povesteste

Am cicatrici…

I sit here and count the scars on my body and inside

No reason to cry, on the contrary, I am proud

And I will wear them as a decoration

As in general the best lessons are not taught by your allies

Throughout my life I have taken and I admit it

But I'd rather die sucker than die stupid

I wonder, who spends their time more usefully?

Who runs in the rain or who waits in the shelter?

Look.

These signs show you where I've been

Broken skull at nine eight when I bought a big box

That I was too hard in my mouth

The world around worried that I would have taken the plow

I'm tired of getting dressed in the same way every day

The writing on the T-shirt, they thought it was my name

At night with sleep paralysis, falling asleep was a struggle

I'm sitting on a broken sofa bed

With his hands on his chest, he might even be dead already

But in this case, what's the point of protecting me?

I took a risk and I won

But even if I had lost by mistake, it would have been like the fear of failure

To have kept me from doing anything

And now I'm struggling with it because it's only halfway there

I still have a lot to learn looking back

How little I actually knew when I thought I knew it all

They didn't hurt me at the time

They passed so easily, but they hurt me in the future

And yet... it's not just the marks on the body

There are also those from the heart, without them I am not everything

Also... My move by myself are check-ins

That's why I always say it's good, I know what it means to struggle

And yet... let it hurt, that's how it grows

He who does not live, does not tell

I have scars…

Wait, woman, down, stop yelling please

And I trip stupidly and take it from the spot again

Let me grind a stump from what they had

Maybe I know, you hear, but will you give me a fire too?

As a child I fell a lot

But I saw that it would be fine, I had the good vision

Hell, even now I'm fighting with myself, I still don't obey

My life is like washing my hands, I can't do without soap

I put my soul into what I do and that consumes me

That's why I give Gicon half of what you make per month

Plus it helps me to forget what that old lady says

As she is soon a peasant, who will her boy be left with?

Face.

you know, everything I share with you

And if it is not shared well, the big part goes to you

When one Christmas I put a thousand on my boots

You know it's just the wounds of childhood poverty, mom

Fuck me in your arms because you know I need it

Spoiled like Mr. Goe, take care of Mr. Poet

I would not have made an Ark, but another like me has not

Only you know that it's not a joke and that I like bohemian

Time closed the wounds, lubricated them for a while

He left me with these circles I keep walking around in the pillows

I know, you bought me a cream, I didn't give up, but not out of laziness

But as I have other scars, you are the best cream

Take me with you.

They didn't hurt me at the time

They passed so easily, but they hurt me in the future

And yet... it's not just the marks on the body

There are also those from the heart, without them I am not everything

Also... My move by myself are check-ins

That's why I always say it's good, I know what it means to struggle

And yet... let it hurt, that's how it grows

He who does not live, does not tell

I have scars…

They didn't hurt me at the time

They passed so easily, but they hurt me in the future

And yet... it's not just the marks on the body

There are also those from the heart, without them I am not everything

Also... My move by myself are check-ins

That's why I always say it's good, I know what it means to struggle

And yet... let it hurt, that's how it grows

He who does not live, does not tell

I have scars…