Vorbesc Despre - El Nino, Anna

Inainte de toate vreau stele pe cer

Adorm in hotel, ma trezesc in cartier

Vorbesc despre viata, n-am frica de moarte

Vorbesti despre ganja, te rog sa-mi faci parte

Despre fratii plecati dupa soare

De frigu' din oase, rubine, cristale

O blana la gat intr-un merzan bengos

Il stim pe baiat, era piele si os

Mizerii de oameni vorbesc despre lux

Apar toate-n zor, dar dispar la apus

Vorbesc despre strazi, despre arme de foc

Stiu copii cu pistoale, vad viata un joc

Penintenciare, care reabilitare

Baga oameni in celuli, ii scot afara animale

Vorbesc despre

Politicieni, m****s pe ei si-a lor poveste

Vorbesc despre

E una din zilele bune, una din zilele rele

Despre tot ce-aud si ce vad

De la est la vest, de la sud la nord

O strada-i luminata, alta-ntunecata

Un copil zambeste, altu se vrea tata

Genul de fraier si prosti si idiot

Isi bate nevasta, se crede mafiot

Vorbesc despre tot, ba chiar pot sa descriu

Exact ceea ce sunt si ce-as fi putut sa fiu

Spre setea de bani, droguri si faima

Vorbesc despre oameni pe care-i schimb-o haina

Si despre aia care nu se lasa niciodata

Fratii adevarati aleg sa cada totodata

Tot odata s-ar putea ca dintr-o data sa rasara

Soarele pe strada lor si iarna sa devina vara

E fantastic cum unii dintre noi

Se simt atat de bine cand se scalda in noroi

Transcriu tot ce-mi dicteaza inima

Dar cate-odata as vrea sa taca daca s-ar putea

Above all, I want stars in the sky

I fall asleep in the hotel, wake up in the neighborhood

I'm talking about life, I'm not afraid of death

You talk about ganja, please join me

About the brothers gone after the sun

Of bones, rubies, crystals

A neck fur in a bengos merzan

We know the boy, he was skin and bones

Lots of people talk about luxury

They all appear at dawn, but disappear at sunset

I'm talking about the streets, about firearms

I know kids with guns, I see life as a game

Penitentiaries, which rehabilitation

They put people in cells, they take out animals

I'm talking about

Politicians, fuck them and their story

I'm talking about

It's one of the good days, one of the bad days

About everything I hear and see

From east to west, from south to north

One street is lit, another is dark

A child is smiling, another wants a father

The kind of sucker and fool and idiot

Beats his wife, thinks he's a mobster

I talk about everything, I can even describe it

Exactly what I am and what I could have been

Towards the thirst for money, drugs and fame

I'm talking about people whose clothes I change

And about the one who never gives up

True brothers choose to fall at the same time

At the same time, it might suddenly dawn

The sun on their street and winter to become summer

It's amazing how some of us

They feel so good when they bathe in mud

I transcribe everything my heart dictates

But sometimes I would like to keep quiet if possible