Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cantecul si povestea lui, artist - Bitza. Album song Sevraj, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.09.2004
Record label: Rebel, Roton Romania
Song language: Romanian
Cantecul si povestea lui(original) |
In prima zi de liceu mi-au luat sapca cu japca |
M-alinam cu gandul ca se-ntoarce roata |
Am incalcat regulile mai tarziu evident |
Contraexemplu perfect delcarat permanent |
Tutun alcool si droguri se-nvarteau in jur |
Din sapte zile, cinci eram mahmur |
Snur se tineau bairamele |
Dispareau sticlele mai repede ca zilele |
Belelele nu apareau decat cu-ai mei |
Cand ma vedeau ca umblu doar cu derbedei |
Plin de idei pentr-o iesire din banal |
Acel copil ciudat cu-acel ceva special |
Ca un spritz au trecut patru ani de liceu |
Sapca altcuiva era acum pe capul meu |
Intram in viata combatant, luptator |
In razboiul in care, nimeni nu-i invingator |
8 x Ooohhh |
Strofa II: |
Toti ne luam usor locul in societate |
Unii-au dat la facultate altii-n cap la bloc in spate |
Prea multe tentatii prea putini bani |
In loc sa-ti iei o slujba iei in tribunale ani |
Din toata agitatia si scandalul din liceu |
Ai un gol din ce in ce mai mare-n jurul tau |
Tot mai multe telefoane ocupate |
Tot mai multe fete intristate |
In loc de rasete auzi tipete si te feresti |
Te-ntrebi daca asa se-ntampla atunci cand cresti |
Esti un ghinionist sau e o zi mai proasta |
Te-amagaesti cu gandul c-o sa treaca |
Inc-o zi si inc-o zi si inc-o zi |
Daca e marti sau vineri, nu mai sti |
Te trezesti ca din cosmar, cu tortu-n fata |
25 de lumanari pe el s-astepti sa te faci varza |
8x Ooohhh |
Strofa III: |
Privind prin prisma celor 25 de ani |
Inca ma caut din priviri printre pustani |
Ar trebui sa fiu probabil, mai responsabil |
In cazul meu particular nu e prea valabil |
Ma culc de fiecare data plictisit |
Gandind fara sperante la un viitor mai fericit |
In loc de planuri imi fac griji |
Mergand cu grija printre hero iarba si hasis |
Trec anii mai repede decat ai vrea |
Ai tot mai putini tovarasi in preajma ta |
Unu sta-n Germania altul fura-n State |
Altul e la puscarie cu venele sparte |
Certuri cu parintii totul se complica |
Acum nu vor o nota buna vor o slujba bine platita |
Nu vor sa inteleaga ce vrei tu sa faci deloc |
Nu vor sa inteleaga ca nu esti robot |
Te scoli mereu mai obosit ce ciudat |
Si-ti repeti lectia care ti-ai bagat-on cap |
Inca mai ai o viata in fata |
Te-ntrebi si tu daca e consoloare sau pedeapsa |
8x Ooohhh + Cantecul si povestea lui |
Chiar fara voia noastra |
Cantecul si povestea lui vor daimui peste veacuri |
E bine sa stie lumea acest cantec |
Ca din el poate lua pretioase invataturi |
Povestea aceasta s-a sfarsit cu bine pentru toti |
Datorita intelepciunii si bunatatii fara de marginЇ |
(translation) |
On the first day of high school, they took my hat off |
I calmed down with the thought that the wheel was turning |
I obviously broke the rules later |
Perfect counterexample of the permanent face |
Tobacco, alcohol and drugs were all around |
Out of seven days, five were hangovers |
The ropes were held in place |
The bottles were disappearing faster than the days |
The troubles only appeared with mine |
When they saw me walking around in a hurry |
Full of ideas for an out of the ordinary |
That weird kid with that special thing |
Like a spritz, they spent four years in high school |
Someone else's hat was on my head now |
We enter the life of a fighter, a fighter |
In a war in which no one is victorious |
8 x Ooohhh |
Verse II: |
We all easily take our place in society |
Some went to college, others turned their heads to the block behind |
Too many temptations too little money |
Instead of taking a job in court, you take years |
From all the fuss and scandal in high school |
You have a bigger and bigger gap around you |
More and more busy phones |
More and more sad girls |
Instead of laughing, you hear screams and shy away |
You wonder if that's what happens when you grow up |
Are you an unlucky person or is it a worse day? |
You hide with the thought that it will pass |
One day and another day and one day |
If it's Tuesday or Friday, you don't know |
You wake up like a nightmare with a cake in front of you |
25 candles on it you expect to make cabbage |
8x Ooohhh |
Verse III: |
Looking through the prism of 25 years |
I'm still looking through the deserts |
I should probably be more responsible |
In my particular case, it's not very valid |
I go to bed bored every time |
Thinking hopelessly of a happier future |
Instead of making plans, I'm worried |
Carefully walking among the hero grass and hashish |
The years go by faster than you would like |
You have fewer and fewer comrades around you |
One is in Germany, another is in the United States |
Another is in jail with broken veins |
Quarrels with parents everything gets complicated |
Now they don't want a good grade, they want a well-paid job |
They don't want to understand what you want them to do at all |
They don't want you to understand that you're not a robot |
You get up more and more tired and weird |
And repeat the lesson you put your head on |
You still have a life ahead of you |
You wonder if it's comfort or punishment |
8x Ooohhh + His song and story |
Even without our will |
His song and story will go on forever |
It's good that people know this song |
That from him he can learn precious things |
This story ended well for everyone |
Because of the boundless wisdom and kindness |