Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cronica unei senilitati premature, artist - Cheloo.
Date of issue: 28.03.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Romanian
Cronica unei senilitati premature(original) |
Vers 1: |
Ai orizonturi largi insa-i o mica problema |
Caci fereastra camerei tale are vedere la ghena |
Stai cu ochii-n tavan infipt in pat |
Reflectezi beat la ce kkt mare ai fi realizat |
Ti-e lene sa te misti constati ca puti |
Si n-ai nici o idee-n cap deci ai vreao normal sa puti |
Vecinii te plac si te prefaci ca ii respecti |
Da` esti satul de cainii si copii lor infecti |
Te pisi pe pereti ganditu-te la mancarea preferata |
Si ce bine era in liceu cu vodKa si tigari la bucata |
In noptile in care nu pui geana pe geana |
Stai calare pe damigeana cu mana tremurand pe cana |
Ganditute cum sa treci un kil de marfa prin vama |
Ai sparge o banca da` stii ca esti prea prost |
Si nu poti sa-ti faci de azi pe maine un rost |
Schimbi canalele tv da` nu schimbi sosetele cu zilele |
Iti da mata bani de tigari bei cola cu kilele |
Din calendar degeaba zboara filele |
Refren (x2): |
Asta-i cronica unei senilitati premature |
Si reactia intarziata a unei minti imature |
Prea bolnav sa munceasca prea fricos sa fure |
Prea mandru sa ceara multumit sa-ndure |
Vers 2: |
Cand n-ai la ce sa renunti simti |
Ca ai putea sa muti munti |
N-ai facut nimic n-ai cu ce sa ne-ncanti |
O arzi ca un sinucigas las cu gandu` la sfoara |
Ca un gras in impas dupa deceptia alimentara |
Sa stii caci inca o sanatate mentala precara |
Poa` sa moara-n p**a mea daca-asteapta sa moara |
Cat esti tanar n-ai bani dupaia poate ai |
Te f**i in ei te bucuri prea tarziu si putin |
Caci acum vrei sa stai singur cu parintii la masa |
Sa umbli poate de nebun in p**a goala prin casa |
Sa nu te-ntrebe nimeni daca mananci ce-ai facut, unde te duci |
Sa te trantesti de dimineata in patu` tau beat muci |
Zambiti umpic va rog a mai trecut un an |
Mintea e la padure deja si a ramas fara plan |
Cum ziceam, cand ziceam, ce ziceam? |
Intre timp am uitat despre ce vorbeam |
Refren (x2) |
Thanks to |
(translation) |
Verse 1: |
You have wide horizons but it's a small problem |
Because the window of your room overlooks the embarrassment |
Keep your eyes on the ceiling in bed |
Think hard about what great kkt you would have achieved |
You're too lazy to move, you see, you can |
And you have no idea in your head so you would normally want to be able to |
Neighbors like you and pretend to respect them |
Yes, you are the village of dogs and their infected children |
You piss on the walls thinking about your favorite food |
And how good it was in high school with vodka and cigarettes |
On nights when you don't put your eyelash on your eyelash |
Stand on the bridesmaid's hand trembling on the cup |
Think about how to get a pound of goods through customs |
You break into a bank but you know you're too stupid |
And you can't make sense of it today and tomorrow |
Change the TV channels but don't change the socks with the days |
He'll give you money for cigarettes and drink cola with the pounds |
The tabs fly in vain from the calendar |
Chorus (x2): |
This is the chronicle of a premature senility |
And the delayed reaction of an immature mind |
Too sick to work too scared to steal |
Too proud to ask for satisfaction to endure |
Verse 2: |
When you have nothing to give up, you feel it |
That you could move mountains |
You didn't do anything, you have nothing to delight us with |
You burn it like a suicide I leave with the thought of the rope |
Like a fat dead end after food disappointment |
Know that another poor mental health |
He can die on my ass if he waits to die |
When you're young you don't have the money you can have |
You enjoy them too late and a little |
Because now you want to sit alone with your parents at the table |
Maybe you walk around the house like crazy |
Let no one ask you if you eat what you did, where you go |
To lie down in the morning in your bed drunk mucus |
Smile umpic please another year has passed |
The mind is already in the woods and has no plan |
How did I say, when I said, what did I say? |
In the meantime, I forgot what I was talking about |
Chorus (x2) |
Thanks to |