Eroul Generației - Subcarpați, Psihotrop

Psihotrop:

Dar viata nu-i simpla

Is pe fuga, mi-e frica

Imi doresc familie

Liniste deplina (x2)

Sunt taran holtei

Din bordei

Fac hore, beau

Vinul boltei

Ca sa ma rasfat

Trag murgul de hat

Caruta pe roti

Si suflu-ntr-un bat

Din fluier scot ritmul

Cu el opresc timpul

Nuiele cu gauri

Cu care-mi fac ritmul

Ma rog la Dumnezeu

Ma bucur mereu

De ceea ce sunt

De tot ce am eu

Ca am burta plina

Cu paine si sare

Nu-i de la slanina

Faptul c-am un-soare

Care rasare pe cer dimineata

Sunt liber

Multumesc, viata!

Si-am gasit in sat o mandra

Care-i frumoasa si canta

Si mi-a facut un flacau

Voinic cum e tatal sau

Si il crestem si-l iubim

Si il invatam cum stim

Eu la caval sau la nai

Ea ii canta prin viu grai

Il invatam mestesug

Si-i dam povestiri cu talc

Ca nu vrem s-ajunga pleava

Il facem om de isprava

Sa fii tu copilul meu

Sa stii ca mare-i mandria

Sa sufli-n lemn cum fac eu

Si sa-mi inveti meseria

Canta tu si pentru min

Si lasa sunetul liber

Ca sa-l auda si altii

Calator prin generatii (x2)

Sunt pui de comunist, n-am voie cu pleata

Am un singur vis, vreau s-ajung la arta

Dar ei mi-au inchis-o cu propaganda

N-au mintea rapida fiindca se… minte in-ceata

Panica majora in majoritate

Ochi si urechi pe zid, nu se poate

Ei s-au impanzit peste toate

Nu ma simt pazit, prea multa securitate

Bean MC:

Sistemul are hibe

Trebuie sa fii liber

Psihotrop:

Si toata presa minte

Nu stii cine te vinde

Bean MC:

Dar bunicul meu mi-a dat

Un instrument de suflat

Psihotrop:

Farama de libertate

Mi-a zis sa cred ca se poate

Sistemul are hibe

Trebuie sa fii liber

Si toata presa minte

Nu stii cine te vinde

Canta tu si pentru mine

Si lasa sunetul liber

Ca sa-l auda si altii

Calator prin generatii (x2)

Sunt millenial, n-ai tu

Habr cum e hype-ul

Mi-am bagat pe iTunes

Muzica de haiduci

Ca lucrez 8 ore in corporatie

Amortesc pe scaun, imi simt corpu-n ratii

Dar am salariu bun, daca facem o ecuatie

Si am pauza juma' de ora pentru meditatie

Am impresia libertatii

Stand la coada la promotii

Imi bag de toate-n traiste

Pacat ca am mintea vraiste

Doar cand sunt singur acasa

Am ochii-nchisi si nu-mi pasa

Bag casca bine-n ureche

Si ascult muzica veche

Sunt sunete sau cuvinte

Ele imi aduc aminte

Ce te face, de fapt, liber

Si-ajung sa ma reconsider

Si sa-mi dau seama, de fapt

Ce imi place, ce mi-e drag

Fie plebe sau elite

Sunetul ne face… liberi.

Psychotropic:

But life is not easy

I'm on the run, I'm scared

I want a family

Full silence (x2)

I'm a peasant

From the hut

It's time, beautiful

Vault wine

To pamper me

I'm pulling the hat

Wheelbarrow

And blow in a stick

I take the rhythm out of the whistle

With him I stop time

Wand with holes

With which I keep up

I pray to God

I'm always happy

Of what I am

Of everything I have

That I have a full stomach

With bread and salt

It's not from bacon

The fact that I have a sun

Which rises in the morning sky

I'm free

Thank you, life!

I found a proud one in the village

Which is beautiful and sings

And he made me a lad

Strong as his father is

And we raise and love him

And we learn it as we know it

I ride a horse or a panpipe

She sings them aloud

We teach him crafts

And we give him talc stories

That we don't want the chaff to reach

We make him a man of skill

Be my child

Know that pride is great

Blow on wood like I do

And teach me the trade

Sing for me too

And leave the sound free

For others to hear

Traveler through generations (x2)

They're communist puppies, I'm not allowed to go

I have only one dream, I want to get to art

But they closed it to me with propaganda

They don't have a quick mind because they lie in the fog

Majority panic mostly

Eyes and ears on the wall, you can't

They were all over the place

I don't feel guarded, too much security

Bean MC:

The system has flaws

You have to be free

Psychotropic:

And the whole press is lying

You don't know who sells you

Bean MC:

But my grandfather gave it to me

A wind instrument

Psychotropic:

Fragment of freedom

He told me to think it was possible

The system has flaws

You have to be free

And the whole press is lying

You don't know who sells you

Sing for me too

And leave the sound free

For others to hear

Traveler through generations (x2)

I'm a millennial, you don't

Habr what the hype is

I got into iTunes

Outlaw music

That I work 8 hours in the corporation

I fall asleep in my chair, I feel my body in rations

But I have a good salary, if we make an equation

And I have a half-hour break for meditation

I have the impression of freedom

Standing in line for promotions

I put everything in my bag

Too bad I have a real mind

Only when I'm home alone

I have my eyes closed and I don't care

I put the headset on my ear

And I listen to old music

There are sounds or words

They remind me

What makes you free?

They end up reconsidering me

And let me know, actually

What I like, what I love

Whether plebeians or elites

The sound makes us free.