Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sau, artist - Cheloo. Album song CelCareUrăște, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 20cm
Song language: Romanian
Sau(original) |
Cand fraierii mor de dor intra heroina |
Farmaciile vand seringi sustinand medicina |
Cand banca voastra le-a luat si vandut masina |
Da-ti drumu' la credite si scumpiti benzina |
Batranii mor primii, nu-i asa ca va doare |
Luati-le pensia bah, astia isi iau mancare |
Bolnavii zambesc de frig cand vad primarii |
Da-tii afara din spitale, nu sunt bani de Ferrari |
Faceti comert dar omorati intermediarii |
Si vindeti creme de soare cand apar tantarii |
Saracii, sunt la regim da-tii jos din pat |
Construiti autostrazi sa evitam viata la sat |
Taiati padurile ca mi-e cald stau cu prosopu' pe cap |
Si vindeti-mi va rog un aer conditionat |
Poluati izvoarele ce dracu', n-aveti combinat |
Nu e normal sa bem apa din izvor netimbrat |
Vindeti aurul pe bancnote de plastic |
Cand nivelul de trai pe vatrai scade drastic |
Pare fantastic sau e o dementa ce omoara teama |
Si e o pura coincidenta ca ne-am dat seama |
Suntem schizofrenici, paranoici, bolnavi |
SAU |
Suntem puternici |
SAU |
Suntem slabi |
SAU |
Suntem inca in cautarea solutiei |
Sa se auda pana in Piata Prostitutiei… |
Ombladon: |
Ne place ca nu ne place si batem pasu' pe loc |
Ca nu ne place deloc Basescu, Udrea sau Boc |
Luati-ne tot, ne place viata in frig la bloc |
E anarhie ca intr-o piesa hardcore sau rock |
Luati-va limuzine, vapoare ca piratii |
Ca noi avem alte preocupari: |
Asteptam tramvaiu-n statii |
E foamete mare, saracie ce tare |
Ca-mi place sa n-am cand imi cere copilu' bani de bomboane |
E frig, nu-i problema ca ne-ncingem intre noi |
Luati soarele de pe cer, tineti-l doar pentru voi |
Va rugam daca se poate salariile mai mici |
Noua ne place sa muncim, nu ne plac banii |
Sunteti tampiti?! |
Pensiile sunt mici, sunt batrani ce mai conteaza?! |
Nu mai apuca o vara, oricum mor, numai voteaza! |
Vremurile grele, visele mele, frustarile mele |
Capata sens cand gustati din bombele mele… |
Suntem schizofrenici, paranoici, bolnavi |
SAU |
Suntem puternici |
SAU |
Suntem slabi |
SAU |
Suntem inca in cautarea solutiei |
Sa se auda pana in Piata Prostitutiei… |
(translation) |
When suckers die of longing, heroin enters |
Pharmacies sell syringes in support of medicine |
When your bank took them and sold them the car |
Go for credit and get more expensive gas |
Old people die first, it won't hurt |
Retire them bah, they are eating |
The sick smile with cold when they see the mayors |
Get out of the hospital, there's no money for Ferrari |
Trade but kill intermediaries |
And sell sunscreen when mosquitoes appear |
The poor are out of bed |
Build highways to avoid village life |
Cut the woods because it's hot, I'm sitting with a towel on my head |
And please sell me air conditioning |
Pollute the springs what the hell, you have no combined |
It is not normal to drink water from an unstamped spring |
Sell gold on plastic banknotes |
When the standard of living on the hearth drops drastically |
It looks fantastic or it's a dementia that kills fear |
And it's just a coincidence that we realized |
We are schizophrenic, paranoid, sick |
OR |
We are strong |
OR |
We are weak |
OR |
We are still looking for the solution |
To be heard until Prostitution Square… |
Walking: |
We like it because we don't like it and we keep up |
We don't like Basescu, Udrea or Boc at all |
Take everything, we like life in the cold on the block |
It's anarchy like in a hardcore or rock song |
Take limousines, pirate ships |
As we have other concerns: |
We were waiting for trams at the stations |
There is a great famine, a great poverty |
I like not having candy money when my child asks for it |
It's cold, no matter how hot we get |
Take the sun from the sky, keep it just for you |
Please if possible lower wages |
We like to work, we don't like money |
Are you stupid ?! |
Pensions are small, are the elderly what matters ?! |
Don't take another summer, I'm dying anyway, just vote! |
Hard times, my dreams, my frustrations |
It makes sense when you taste my bombs… |
We are schizophrenic, paranoid, sick |
OR |
We are strong |
OR |
We are weak |
OR |
We are still looking for the solution |
To be heard until Prostitution Square… |