Categoria Grea - Parazitii

Un zambet intr-un ritm cumplit de plictisit spunea

As vrea sa bag ??

si nu mintea

As vrea sa pot sa gasesc la suflet antidot

Dar nimeni nu intelege, impotriva vietii nu exista o lege

Asa am invatat ca viata e grea da' trece

Deschid portofelul cu pacate numarate

Inchid ochii si-l arunc departe

Viata e un meci la categoria grea

Cea mai buna lovitura ramane eschiva

Ai o singura repriza

N-are cine sa te-ascunda

Tragi cu dintii pana-n ultima secunda

II:

Nu vreau sa tin cont de regulile scrise

Si n-am prieteni printre oamenii cu idei fixe

De ce trebuie sa vreau sa am o vila-n Primaverii

Atata timp cat stau la bloc

Stau cu ai mei si beau in fatza scarii

Nu traiesc pentru limuzine

Viitorul pentru mine inseamna un simplu maine

Ce-o sa faci cand tactu' n-o sa-ti mai dea bani

O sa mori?

Inseamna ca-altii ar trebui sa moara de mai multe ori

Nu vreau sa ma-ntelegi gresit

E diferit felul de-a gandit, da' tu, tu nu stii

Nu vreau sa ma-ngrop in bani ca loveaua prosteste

E mai bine sa ai exact atat cat iti lipseste

Nu sufar de nici un complex

Si n-am sa gand sa ma-ngrop la mana cu vreun Rolex

Ultimul vers pe care-l stiu pe dinafara

Vreau sa cred ca reusim sa scoatem un album afara

III:

As vrea sa beau mai multe sticle de vin rece

Decat poate sa numere un politist pe degete

Vreau un copil care sa creasca fara sa ma urasca

Pentru lectii de viata din terasa in terasa

Fara acte, fara bani, fara echilibru

Vreau sa nu simt cum trece timpul

As vrea sa mort inainte sa devin inutil

Un bunic pervers in baston si senil

As vrea sa pot sa va-mbat pe toti care-ascultati albumul

(Dac-am bea cu fiecare in parte ar fi si ultimul)

Vreau sa simt ca traiesc, nu colectez maculatura

Pentru o alta viata la fel de nesigura

Vreau prea mult pentru unul singur

Dar fie, ultimul vers toti ar trebui sa-l stie

Imi doresc ce-mi doresti tu mine si sa ti se-ntample tie

A smile in a terribly boring rhythm said

I would like to put ??

and not the mind

I wish I could find an antidote to my soul

But no one understands, there is no law against life

That's how I learned that life is hard, but it's over

I open my wallet with numbered sins

I close my eyes and throw him away

Life is a heavyweight match

The best shot remains the dodge

You only have one half

There is no one to hide you

Pull your teeth to the last second

II:

I don't want to ignore the written rules

And I have no friends among people with fixed ideas

Why do I have to want a villa in the spring?

As long as I'm on the block

I sit with my family and drink in front of the stairs

I don't live for limousines

The future for me means a simple tomorrow

What are you going to do when the tact will not give you any more money?

You will die?

It means that others should die several times

I don't want you to misunderstand me

It's different the way he thought, but you don't know

I don't want to be buried in money like a fool

It's better to have exactly what you need

I don't suffer from any complex

And I'm not going to bury my hand with a Rolex

The last verse I know on the outside

I want to believe that we can get an album out

III:

I would like to drink more bottles of cold wine

Than he can count a cop on his fingers

I want a child to grow up without hating me

For life lessons from terrace to terrace

No documents, no money, no balance

I don't want to feel like time is running out

I would like to die before I become useless

A perverted sticky and senile grandfather

I wish I could get everyone who listens to the album

(If we drank with each one it would be the last one)

I want to feel alive, not collecting rubbish

For another life just as insecure

I want too much for one

But either, the last verse everyone should know

I want what you want me to do for you