Lista De Păcate - Liviu Teodorescu, Killa Fonic, Alina Ceusan

Ea nu prea scoate niciun cuvant

Si umbla numai cu parul prins si cu privirea-n pamant

In lumea ei e mult prea greu de patruns

Cand imi vorbeste parca tot timpul are ceva de ascuns

Nu ravneste la ceva ce-i al altcuiva

Prea cuminte s-o auzi mintind

Chipul ei pare cioplit inger ratacit

Prea curata sa o vezi iubind

Dar, in buzunar la spate

Are o lista de pacate

Si cand se face noapte

O sa trecem prin toate

Trecem prin toate

Haine aruncate

Cu gesturi disperate

O lista de pacate

O sa trecem prin toate

Trecem prin toate eh

Nu se supune niciunei legi

E atat de simpla ca niciodata n-ai sa poti s-o-ntelegi

Nu ravneste la ceva ce-i al altcuiva

Prea cuminte s-o auzi mintind

Chipul ei pare cioplit inger ratacit

Prea curata sa o vezi iubind

Dar, in buzunar la spate

Are o lista de pacate

Si cand se face noapte

O sa trecem prin toate

Trecem prin toate

Haine aruncate

Cu gesturi disperate

O lista de pacate

O sa trecem prin toate

Trecem prin toate

Ea nu-mi da pic de liniste

Admit c-am o obsesie

Fara etica e-un magnet

N-are regrete si-are

Atat de ferm absoarbe

Cum poate sa minta si s-o cred

Cum poate sa ma faca sa sper

Nu sunt nici moale de fel

Se vede in privire

Ajung si eu pe lista ei

In buzunar la spate

Are o lista de pacate

Si cand se face noapte

O sa trecem prin toate

Trecem prin toate

Haine aruncate

Cu gesturi disperate

O lista de pacate

O sa trecem prin toate

Trecem prin toate

She doesn't say a word

And he walks only with his hair caught and his eyes on the ground

It's too hard to get into her world

When he talks to me, he always seems to have something to hide

He doesn't covet anything else

Too good to hear her lying

Her face looks like a lost angel

Too clean to see her loving

But in the back pocket

He has a list of sins

And when it's night

We'll go through it all

We go through it all

Discarded clothes

With desperate gestures

A list of sins

We'll go through it all

We're going through it all, eh

It is not subject to any law

It's so simple you will never be able to understand it

He doesn't covet anything else

Too good to hear her lying

Her face looks like a lost angel

Too clean to see her loving

But in the back pocket

He has a list of sins

And when it's night

We'll go through it all

We go through it all

Discarded clothes

With desperate gestures

A list of sins

We'll go through it all

We go through it all

She doesn't give me any peace of mind

I admit I have an obsession

Unethical is a magnet

He has no regrets and he has

So firmly absorbed

How can he lie and believe it

How can it make me hope

They're not soft either

It can be seen in the eyes

I'm on her list too

In the back pocket

He has a list of sins

And when it's night

We'll go through it all

We go through it all

Discarded clothes

With desperate gestures

A list of sins

We'll go through it all

We go through it all