Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dulce Românie, artist - Afo. Date of issue: 12.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Romanian
Dulce Românie(original) |
| Bratele nervoase |
| Arma de tarie |
| Fii tai traiasca |
| Dulce Romanie |
| De ce sa mint ca eu nu simt? |
| Nu sunt roman adevarat ca nu stiu imnul pe de rost |
| Sau nu sunt barbat |
| Eu m-am nascut aici defapt la Marea albastra |
| Pe 7 august, '82, intr-o zi frumoasa |
| Pe unde am umblat, pe unde am fost |
| Unde m-am dus, de unde m-am intors |
| Am spus la toti ca sunt roman recunosc |
| Si am fost luat de bun, si am fost luat de prost |
| Dar sunt pareri si contra |
| Acum ma doare-n pula de Basescu, x-ulescu sau de Ponta |
| Frate stii ca tot am ADN de dat |
| Si tupeul de roman, ce sa fac cu bomba |
| Am bunul simt dar tu nu-l simti |
| Ca ai pelicula pe ochi si in cap numai paraziti |
| Trag aer in plamani, ma rog pentru stapan |
| Ca ce e la romani, e ca la nebuni |
| Bratele nervoase |
| Arma de tarie |
| Fii tai traiasca |
| Dulce Romanie |
| Iti admir formele ridate in timp ce-ti strabat trupul |
| Eu, una din albinele dezbinate ce-au uitat stupul |
| Zeu intre zei sunt un zmeu intre zmei |
| Nu e usor sa te strecori dar iata-ma greu intre grei |
| Ca ai mei mi-au lasat hectare intregi din a ta carne |
| Mi-e lene ma-ntelegi sa trag cu ele ca nu-s arme |
| De-aia le-am vandut |
| O parte unui arab avut, o parte unui rus tacut |
| Apoi m-am pus pe baut si-am ras satisfacut! |
| Cea mai fina masina, zilnic o alta tipa sublima |
| Eram tipul ce-o plimba c-un timbru sub limba |
| A doua zi tot eu tipul ce-o schimba |
| Doamne fereste! |
| Cum sa nu fiu cel ce traieste fie ce clipa |
| Acum sunt un sclav supus si trag pentru rus |
| Caci era mea a apus exact cand eram atat de sus |
| Arabul si-a deschis cazino, acolo am dus ultima mie |
| Si asa te-am vandut pe nimic, Dulce Romanie! |
| Bratele nervoase |
| Arma de tarie |
| Fii tai traiasca |
| Dulce Romanie |
| (translation) |
| Nervous arms |
| The weapon of strength |
| Your life |
| Sweet Romania |
| Why should I lie that I don't feel? |
| I'm not a true novelist because I don't know the anthem by heart |
| Or I'm not a man |
| I was actually born here at the Blue Sea |
| On August 7, '82, on a beautiful day |
| Where I went, where I was |
| Where I went, where I came back from |
| I told everyone I was Romanian, I admit |
| And I was taken for granted, and I was taken for a fool |
| But there are opinions and cons |
| Now my dick hurts from Basescu, x-ulescu or Ponta |
| Brother, you know I still have DNA to give |
| And the audacity of the novel, what to do with the bomb |
| I have common sense but you don't feel it |
| That you have the film on your eyes and in your head only parasites |
| I breathe in my lungs, I pray for the master |
| Like the Romans, it's like crazy |
| Nervous arms |
| The weapon of strength |
| Your life |
| Sweet Romania |
| I admire your wrinkled shapes as you traverse your body |
| Me, one of the bees that forgot the hive |
| God among gods is a kite among dragons |
| It's not easy to sneak in, but it's hard for me |
| Like mine, they left me whole acres of your meat |
| I'm lazy, you know, I shoot them because they're not weapons |
| That's why I sold them |
| Part of a wealthy Arab, part of a silent Russian |
| Then I got drunk and laughed contentedly! |
| The finest car, another sublime girl every day |
| I was the guy walking her with a stamp under her tongue |
| The next day I was the guy who changed it |
| God forbid! |
| How can I not be the one who lives at any moment |
| Now I am a submissive slave and shoot for the Russian |
| Because mine was gone just when I was so high |
| The Arab opened his casino, I took the last one there |
| And that's how I sold you for nothing, Sweet Romania! |
| Nervous arms |
| The weapon of strength |
| Your life |
| Sweet Romania |