Seca - Pavel Stratan

La club deseara, cum se termina discoteca,

Fetele pleaca, raman baietii, sa joace seca.

Sub scari la club incepe jocul,

Iar sponsor general in seara asta-i polobocul.

Fiecare care are bani si nu vrea sa se culce

Are voie sa ramaie, cine n-are bani â€"se duce.

Toate usile se-nchid, din toate partile

Banii se aud fosnind, se taie cartile.

Dar eu, ma uit la bani si tac

Mitel, dar banii de-amu-mi plac,

Si chiar, de n-am atatia ani

Aici, ii chestia numa-n bani.

Ai bani â€"e bine, joci cat vrei

Pui bani cu gandul bani sa iei

Da banul e ochiul dracului.

Toti vor ca sa castige-n in joc

Vor toti, dar nu au toti noroc…

Te doare, dar iara scoti si pui.

Din mana-n mana, imi plac cum banii se-nvartesc

De la „Chironâ€Â se duc la „Cotaâ€Â, de colo jos gramada cresc

Vazand cu ochii gramajoara creste mare, tot mai mare

Oare cine o sa puna mana pe asa onoare?

Ma uit la Ghita, cum langa bani se da alaturi

Ganduri grele ii ascut dintii, ochi-i fug in laturi

El presimte cum de parca banii toti la dansul damu-s

Cred c-asa prezicere fixa nu avea nici Nostradamus…

Da eu, ma uit la bani si tac

Mitel, dar banii toti imi plac.

Si-as vrea, pe banii de la carti

Sa pot, sa pun mana pe tati

Citi bani tu n-ai avea, mai vreai

Dar cand ii pierzi, ii vrei macar pe-ai tai sa-i ai.

Degeaba la dansii tu te rogi.

Dar cand in buzunar la tine iara-s multi

Tu iara-i vrei pe toti, dar de ai tai tu uiti

Asta-i treaba, cu banii cand te joci.

Canistra-i goala, da-aicea nimeni nu pierde timpu

Fecare pune cate-o rubla si tot e simplu

Cineva se duce dupa vin, iar altu vine

Tot e bun, da tot mai bine e cand, cand e mai bine.

Arata unde ai mai facut vreodata-n viata â€"

De la ora zece seara pan-la… pan-dimineata.

Atatia bani cati cineva ar trebui sa scoata sfecla

Un an de zile asa-i c-aici numai;

numai la seca

Se mai intampla si cateodata cand pierzi

Tu scuturi buzunarele si-ti tremura mainile cand vezi

Si banii tai lucrati de-un an cum pleaca, dar tu ramai pe ace

Si vrei sa faci ceva, da ce sa faci?

Nu ai ce face.

Pe unde numai n-am jucat seca â€"si-n pod la baie,

In toaleta scolii tot, si-afra-n ploaie,

Pe scari la primarie, in casa la Balaban, si-n beci la Fon

La statia de autobuz, si chiar la Farlea in sopron

Imi place seca, si-ntotdeauna am sa joc

Si chiar de nu se-ntampla-ntotdeauna sa am noroc

Imi place-azartul care-n atmosfera jocului se face

Imi place jocul care-l joc tot cu baieti care le place

… Vor trece anii, cum au trecut si pan-amu

Da eu s-o suta de procente ca nimeni n-o sa zica „nuâ€Â

Daca deseara ne-ntalnim la club si iarasi scoatem banii

Taiem cartile, le dam si ne intoarcem iar in anii

Unde eu ma uit la bani, si tac

Mitel, dar planuri mari imi fac.

Si chiar de nu-mi ajunge-n carti

Un tuz, oricum i-astept pe tati.

Hai, toti cu totii la Niscani

Unde seca-i „fabrica de baniâ€Â

Dar viata si noaptea merge-n toi

Unde toti joaca seca si cinstesc,

Unde toti banii se ingramadesc,

Unde sfara ne da sperante noi.

Hai, toti cu totii la Niscani

Unde seca-i „fabrica de baniâ€Â

Iar vinul se da usor pe gat

Unde toti joaca seca si cinstesc,

Unde toti banii se ingramadesc,

Unde sfara ne da sperante noi.

Cat banii sunt in bancï

At the club tonight, how the disco ends,

The girls leave, the boys stay, to play dry.

Under the stairs at the club the game begins,

And general sponsor tonight is the poloboc.

Everyone who has money and does not want to go to bed

He is allowed to stay, who has no money - he goes.

All the doors close on all sides

Money is heard rustling, books are being cut.

But I look at the money and shut up

Mitel, but I like the money,

And even, I haven't been so many years

Here, the thing is only money.

You have money - it's good, you play as much as you want

You put money with the thought of taking money

Yes, money is the devil's eye.

Everyone wants to win the game

Everyone wants it, but not everyone is lucky

It hurts, but take it out again.

From hand to hand, I like how money spins

From â € žChironâ € they go to â € žCotaâ € Â, from there down the pile grows

Seeing with his eyes, the weight grows bigger and bigger

Who will get their hands on such an honor?

I look at Ghita, next to the money

Heavy thoughts sharpen his teeth, his eyes run to the sides

He senses how all the money for the dance is given

I don't think Nostradamus had such a fixed prediction either…

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either

Mitel, but I like all the money.

I wish, on the money from the books

I can, I can get my hands on my dad

How much money you wouldn't have, you want more

But when you lose them, you at least want yours.

In vain at the dances you pray.

But when there are many in your pocket again

You want them all again, but you forget about yours

That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there.

The canister is empty, so no one is wasting their time

Everyone puts in a ruble and it's still simple

Someone goes for wine and someone else comes

It's still good, but it's getting better when, when it's better.

Look where you've ever been in your life -

From ten o'clock in the evening until… until the morning.

As much money as someone should beet

A year is like this only here;

only dry

It also happens sometimes when you lose

You shake your pockets and shake your hands when you see

And your money worked for a year as it goes, but you stay on the needles

And you want to do something, so what do you do?

You have nothing to do.

Where I just didn't play dry - and in the attic in the bathroom,

Everything in the school toilet, and it's raining,

On the stairs at the town hall, in the house at Balaban, and in the cellar at Fon

At the bus station, and even at Farlea in the shed

I like dry, and I will always play

And even if it doesn't always happen, I'm lucky

I like the chance that is made in the atmosphere of the game

I like the game I play with guys I like

… The years will pass, as the pan-amu has passed

Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure no one will say no

If we meet at the club tonight and take out the money again

We cut the books, give them away and go back in time

Where I look at money, and shut up

Mitel, but I have big plans.

And even if I don't get enough books

A cough, I'm waiting for Daddy anyway.

Come on, everyone in Niscani

Where the "money factory" is drying up

But life and night go well

Where everyone plays dry and honest,

Where all the money is piled up,

Where the hope gives us hope.

Come on, everyone in Niscani

Where the "money factory" is drying up

And the wine is easily swallowed

Where everyone plays dry and honest,

Where all the money is piled up,

Where the hope gives us hope.

How much money is in the bank