Poveste de seară - Nané

Nane… Un nou mixtape… o noua poveste…

O poveste reala… nu o ard in vrajeala

E real tot ce zic, ia asculta un pic…

Totu' s-a sfarsit exact acolo unde a inceput

Orasul Orsova, strada gherna, zona sud…

Povestea unui pusti al carui nume nu l-am retinut

Nu de alta dar e mai mic decat mine cu mult…

Era un pusti cuminte chiar nu aducea belele

Nu se lua dupa ceilalti pusti sa fure pentru lovele

El n-avea impresii, nu se lauda ca are spate

Nu se dadea smecher cu haine de firma combinate

Era chiar la locul lui, il vedeam des la teren

Dar ideea e ca de acum sigur n-o sa-l mai vedem

Gata cu joaca, zambetul i s-a stins, motivul?

Maica-sa s-a sinucis…

Pustiul mintit de toata lumea ca mama e plecata

Dar el e costient ca n-o s-o mai vada niciodata

Nu crede in povesti, pustiul stie ce s-a intamplat

Mami a luat bataie de la tati si s-a spanzurat…

Acum e singur, nu stie incotro se indreapta

Dar stie sigur ca viata asta nu-i dreapta

Acum sta si plange uitandu-se la pozele din rama

Un pusti ramas singur, e normal sa-i fie teama…

Daca faci liniste il poti auzii suspinand

Si plangand dupa cei pe care n-o sa-i vada curand

Pentru el sunt niste amintiri care vesnic o sa doara

Dar pentru tine e doar o poveste de seara…

Pustiul nu mai e la fel, parca nu-si mai revine

E din ce in ce mai rau si n-arata deloc bine

Nu mai e ca inainte, acum i se vede rana…

Daca il injuri in gluma o sa se gandeasca la mama

Si e naspa rau ca a pierdut-o foarte devreme

Tasu' alearga dupa bani si sta singur de multa vreme

Ar vrea sa intre inapoi in rand cu pustii din cartier

Dar nu se poate, pur si simplu nu mai e la fel…

Nu mai iese la fotbal, nu mai sta la suc la terasa

Isi petrece tot mai mult timp stand singur in casa

Amintirile nu-l lasa sa treaca peste

Nu se poate obisnuii cu gandul ca asta este…

Duce o lupta grea in capul lui se petrec o gramada

Ii lipseste afectiunea, pe prieteni nu vrea sa-i vada

Vede ca ii lipsesc tot mai multe, simte ca inebuneste

Nici toale nu mai are si crede-ma ca-si doreste…

Acum e singur, nu stie incotro se indreapta

Dar stie sigur ca viata asta nu-i dreapta

Acum sta si plange uitandu-se la pozele din rama

Un pusti ramas singur, e normal sa-i fie teama…

Daca faci liniste il poti auzii suspinand

Si plangand dupa cei pe care n-o sa-i vada curand

Pentru el sunt niste amintiri care vesnic o sa doara

Dar pentru tine e doar o poveste de seara…

In sfarsit si-a revenit a trecut peste in sfarsit

A realizat ca-i tanar si mai are o viata de trait

Au trecut 4−5 ani de la ultima tragedie

Si treptat a inceput sa se bucure de copilarie

Dar viata asta dura firar a dracului sa fie

Avea sa se rezerve intr-o doza de agonie

Intr-o zi pe cand era pe afara cu ceilalti copii

A primit o veste pe care avea sa faca noapte din zi…

Cu lacrimi in ochi a fost anuntat de bunica

Ii tremura glasul, plagea, nu stia cum sa-i zica…

Tata e in spital in coma, l-a strivit un copac

Vroia sa taie lemne sa ia si el un sac

Cum in Orsova ne incalzim cu lemne, ce sa zic

Vroia cateva pentru al' mic, sa nu doarma in frig

Si parca nu era de ajuns tot ce s-a intamplat…

Intr-un final ca sa vezi ghinion… a decedat…

Acum e singur, nu stie incotro se indreapta

Dar stie sigur ca viata asta nu-i dreapta

Acum sta si plange uitandu-se la pozele din rama

Un pusti ramas singur, e normal sa-i fie teama…

Daca faci liniste il poti auzii suspinand

Si plangand dupa cei pe care n-o sa-i vada curand

Pentru el sunt niste amintiri care vesnic o sa doara

Dar pentru tine e doar o poveste de seara…

Nane… A new mixtape A new story

A real story… I don't burn it in magic

Everything I say is real, listen to it a little…

It all ended exactly where it started

Orsova, gherna street, south area

The story of a kid whose name I did not remember

Not the other way around, but he's much smaller than me…

He was a good kid, he didn't even bother

He didn't go after the other kids to steal for the blows

He had no impression, he did not boast that he had a back

He didn't look good in combination with company clothes

He was right in his place, I often saw him on the field

But the point is, we'll probably never see him again

No more playing, his smile faded, why?

His mother committed suicide…

The kid lied to everyone that his mother was gone

But he is aware that he will never see her again

He doesn't believe in stories, the kid knows what happened

Mommy took a beating from Daddy and hanged herself…

Now he's alone, he doesn't know where he's going

But he knows for sure that this life is not right

Now he sits and cries looking at the pictures in the frame

A kid left alone, it's normal to be afraid…

If you keep quiet you can hear him sighing

And crying for those he won't see soon

There are some memories for him that will hurt forever

But for you it's just an evening story…

The kid is no longer the same, as if he is no longer recovering

It's getting worse and worse

It's not like before, now his wound is visible…

If you swear at him jokingly, he'll think of his mother

And it's a shame he lost it so early

Tasu runs after money and has been alone for a long time

He would like to go back in line with the kids in the neighborhood

But you can't, it's just not the same…

He no longer goes out to football, he no longer sits on the terrace

He spends more and more time sitting alone in the house

Memories don't let him get over it

You can't get used to the thought that this is

There's a lot of fighting going on in his head

He lacks affection, he doesn't want to see his friends

He sees that he is missing more and more, he feels that he is going crazy

He doesn't even have a towel anymore and believe me he wants it…

Now he's alone, he doesn't know where he's going

But he knows for sure that this life is not right

Now he sits and cries looking at the pictures in the frame

A kid left alone, it's normal to be afraid…

If you keep quiet you can hear him sighing

And crying for those he won't see soon

There are some memories for him that will hurt forever

But for you it's just an evening story…

He finally recovered and finally got over it

He realized that he was young and still had a life to live

It's been 4-5 years since the last tragedy

And gradually he began to enjoy his childhood

But this damn hard life to be

He would reserve himself in a dose of agony

One day when he was out with the other kids

He received news that he was going to make it through the night…

She was announced with tears in her eyes by her grandmother

Her voice was shaking, she was crying, she didn't know how to say it…

My father is in the hospital in a coma, he was crushed by a tree

He wanted to cut wood and take a sack

How in Orsova we warm ourselves with wood, what can I say

He wanted some for the little one, not to sleep in the cold

And all that happened was not enough

In the end to see bad luck… died…

Now he's alone, he doesn't know where he's going

But he knows for sure that this life is not right

Now he sits and cries looking at the pictures in the frame

A kid left alone, it's normal to be afraid…

If you keep quiet you can hear him sighing

And crying for those he won't see soon

There are some memories for him that will hurt forever

But for you it's just an evening story…