Lyrics of Înoată Sau Mori - Cheloo

Înoată Sau Mori (original)

Iarba merge cu bere, berea merge cu vin
N-am nevoie de palate ridicate cu chin
Cum sa traim simplu?
E complicat sa va spun
Va pun problema la fel ca pan' acum
Asta e genu' de drum care dispare-n soare
Cand dai de urmele tale fugind de ninsoare
Totul a devenit ieftin, o sa platim scump
O sa m-arunc de pe bordura-n cap, speriat de vant
Simt ca m-am nesimtit si-mi place cum sunt
In sfarsit recunosc ca sunt ceea ce cant
Vorbesc despre ura de parca ar fii vie
Nu incerca sa respiri aerul cuvenit mie
Daca te-ai bagat in căcat, inoata sau mori
Asta e sfatul cu care inveti aici sa zbori
Pot sa te fac sa dai fericit din cap
Sa te fac sa te-ascunzi, tremurand cu ochii-nchisi sub pat
Radem de tine sau radem cu tine
Iti dam tripuri si filme cu mortaciuni pe patine
Tipete, urlete, spume, ura traita intens
Batai, minciuni, bani, pareri de rau fara sens
Lacrimi, frustrare, uitare si lipsuri
Nopti la PC cu vodka rece, Coca-Cola si chipsuri
M-am intrecut cu gluma
Si-am castigat intotdeauna
Am baut si partea ta dar ti-am lasat spuma
Ce e femeia azi?
O gonflabila cu pareri
Ce e femeia batuta azi?
Târfa de ieri
Psihologia voastra pare simpla ca muia
Cand va ia dracu de coaie si… Aleluia
Am violat-o pe mata, catarat intr-un tuja
Si-am gasit o alta rima nasoala in afara de Puya
Ai zice ca sunt praf?
Nooo, sunt foarte bine
De la 3 am bagat sase jointuri pline
Am o problema cu circulatia si habar n-am ce fac
Si-mi circula numai ganduri proaste prin cap
Sunt zile in care constat ca nu doare
Umilintele nu trec si sunt pierdut in uitare
Obsedat de mandrie, îs obsedat de onoare
Si e foarte trist mamă, m-am facut mare

(translation)

The grass goes with the beer, the beer goes with the wine
I don't need palaces built with torment
How to live simple?
It's hard to tell
I'm asking you the same question as before
This is the kind of road that disappears in the sun
When you find your tracks running away from the snow
Everything has become cheap, we will pay dearly
I'm going to jump off the curb, scared of the wind
I feel like I'm insensitive and I like the way I am
I finally admit that I am what I sing
I talk about hate as if it were alive
Don't try to breathe the air I deserve
If you shit, swim or die
That's the advice you learn to fly here
I can make you nod
To make you hide, trembling with your eyes closed under the bed
We laugh at you or we laugh at you
We give you tripods and movies with skating deaths
Screams, screams, foams, intense hatred
Beatings, lies, money, nonsense
Tears, frustration, forgetfulness and lack
PC nights with cold vodka, Coca-Cola and chips
I joked
I always won
I drank your part too, but I left you foaming
What is the woman today?
An inflatable with opinions
What is the beaten woman today?
Yesterday's bitch
Your psychology seems as simple as a blowjob
When the hell the balls go and… Hallelujah
I raped her mate, climbed into a whip
I found another nasty rhyme besides Puya
Would you say I'm dusty?
Nooo, I'm fine
From 3 I put six full joints
I have a traffic problem and I have no idea what to do
And only bad thoughts run through my head
There are days when I find that it doesn't hurt
Humiliations do not pass and are lost in oblivion
Obsessed with pride, obsessed with honor
And she's a very sad mother, I've grown up