Muguri - Killa Fonic, Nané

Tarfe, bani, alcool

N-o sa ne inecam din nou

Mama simt ca pot sa zbor

Cu toti fratii din ghetou

Tarfe, bani, alcool

Noi nu suntem generatia lor

Mama stii ca niciodata n-o sa cad

Un bagabont ca mine urca intruna fara grad

Am invatat de mic ca viata mea nu-i viata lor

Si tre sa iau decizi io, io, io nu din tiparul lor (no, no, no)

Exista iertare dar apa nu spala sangele

Legea nu tine cont de suflet pune somn pe gene

Strabunica si bunica mea au fost la zeghe

Ca n-au vrut sa fie sclavele unor masoni nene

Ma uit la copiii din mahala iti arata semne

Si cand o sa se faca mari o sa-ti faca probleme

M-au botezat tigani in lighian cu aur, bani, margele

Iar societatea cu apa lor cica vrea sa ma spele

Nu stiu ca pustiu' e calit ca Ahile tras de glezna

E haladit si intelept dar tot se ineaca in bezna

O Doamne ai mila de fratele meu ca-i la racoare

Si da-i o sansa poa' sa indrepte stiu ca e in stare

In stare ca toti fratii din tara si din Diaspora

Departe dar ne leaga sangele si energia sa

Tarfe, bani, alcool

N-o sa ne inecam din nou

Mama simt ca pot sa zbor

Cu toti fratii din ghetou

Tarfe, bani, alcool

Noi nu suntem generatia lor

Stilu' meu de viaţă nu mi l-am ales

Dar aici m-am născut şi-aici şi trăiesc…

Şi dacă aici trăiesc, mă jur să reuşesc

Ca pe fraţii mei, cei mai loiali, să îi hrănesc!

Vorbesc… Despre broşii care sunt familie

Despre vise şi planuri, care sunt cu miile

Despre… cum noi suntem ăia care nu se joacă

Poate pare o joacă, da' băieţii o să spargă!

Roagă-te, roagă-te pentru noi…

Crescuţi în iad, noi nu dăm înapoi

Flăcări în ochi, de la atâtea nevoi

Facem dezastru cu o inimă sloi!

Bagabont umil, am doar de învăţat

De la bagabonţii mari care m-au adoptat

Din sânu' străzii, de unde m-am alăptat

Încep să văd lumină, zi-mi «iluminat»!

Se zice că eşti un produs al mediului

Da' ce faci când eşti prins în ghearele cartierului?!

Un copil sărac, care-i remediul lui?!

Tre' să se adapteze unde nu e mediul lui, nu?!

Zi tu…

Îmi pun întrebări ca tâmpitu'!

Exact ca şi fii-ta şi fii-tu

Încerc s-o rezolv cu trăitu'!

Realitatea-i crudă, viaţa-i temporară

Timpu-i limitat, doar fii atent cum zboară

Poţi să ţi-l petreceri liber sau în celulă

Da' ce laşi în urmă când te duci pe pulă?

Tarfe, bani, alcool

N-o sa ne inecam din nou

Mama simt ca pot sa zbor

Cu toti fratii din ghetou

Tarfe, bani, alcool

Noi nu suntem generatia lor

Tariffs, money, alcohol

We will not drown again

My mother feels I can fly

With all the brothers in the ghetto

Tariffs, money, alcohol

We are not their generation

Mom, you know I'll never fall

A tramp like me always climbs without a degree

I learned from an early age that my life is not theirs

And I have to make decisions, no, no, not in their pattern (no, no, no)

There is forgiveness but water does not wash away the blood

The law does not take into account the soul puts sleep on the eyelashes

My great-grandmother and grandmother were on the lookout

That they did not want to be slaves to uncle masons

I look at the children in the slum showing you signs

And when they get older, they'll get in trouble

I was baptized by gypsies in the basin with gold, money, beads

And the company with their water wants to wash me

I don't know that the kid is as hard as Achilles pulled by the ankle

He is foolish and wise, but he still drowns in darkness

Oh, God, have mercy on my brother because he's cool

And give her a chance to straighten out, I know she's capable

As well as all the brothers in the country and in the Diaspora

Far away but his blood and energy bind us

Tariffs, money, alcohol

We will not drown again

My mother feels I can fly

With all the brothers in the ghetto

Tariffs, money, alcohol

We are not their generation

I didn't choose my lifestyle

But here I was born and here I live…

And if I live here, I swear to succeed

May I feed my most loyal brothers!

I'm talking about… Brooches that are family

About dreams and plans, which are in the thousands

About how we are the ones who don't play

It may sound like a joke, but the boys are going to break it!

Pray, pray for us…

Raised in hell, we do not give back

Flames in the eyes, from so many needs

We make a disaster with a broken heart!

Humble bastard, I just have to learn

From the big bad guys who adopted me

From across the street, from where I breastfed

I'm starting to see light, call me "enlightened"!

You are said to be an environmental product

So what do you do when you're caught in the clutches of the neighborhood ?!

A poor child, what is his remedy ?!

He has to adapt where his environment is not, right ?!

Zi tu…

I ask myself questions like a fool!

Just like your son and your son

I'm trying to solve it with my life!

Reality is cruel, life is temporary

Time is limited, just be careful how it flies

You can party it freely or in your cell

What do you leave behind when you go on the dick?

Tariffs, money, alcohol

We will not drown again

My mother feels I can fly

With all the brothers in the ghetto

Tariffs, money, alcohol

We are not their generation