Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unde Se Termină Visele, 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
Unde Se Termină Visele(original) |
Vreau sa beau cand mi-e sete |
Nu cand imi dai tu |
Si nu accept vreodata un nu, ca fiind nu |
Eu apar chiar cand aprinzi jointu' stresat |
Si-l impartim cu voia mea pentru ca tre' fumat |
Vreau sa ii bat pe toti de pe lista mea neagra |
Sa ma razbun ca sa raman cu mintea intreaga |
Noi barbatii visam batai, femei si masini |
Si in general suntem neandartali fara rusini |
Nu ma intreba ce nu stiu cand ma aflu in treaba |
Ca n-am atitudinea moderna de pula bleaga |
Cum am ajuns noi sa fim prostiti de papagali |
Si cine dracu vrea ca oamenii sa fie egali |
Daca Dumnezeu e raspunsu' am gresit intrebarile |
Si iata reapar iar si iar frustrarile |
Viata a incetat sa promita ce n-am luat inca |
Trecutul tacut ma deranjeaza ca o rana adanca |
Unde se termina visele, moartea respira |
Doar Luna si urletul de lup ma inspira |
Traieste-ti visul, daca n-ai curaj sa traiesti |
Ca un copil batran dependent de povesti |
Cheloo: |
Stinge lumina, inchide ochii si asculta |
Cand vocile tac, vorbeste-ti in cap si uita |
Noaptea e un sfetnic bun cand vorbesti cu peretii |
Dupa o zi in care ai stat si ai baut rau cu baietii |
E o comedie rece, rade cine e in stare |
Si cine te arde, evident e cel care rade mai tare |
Ne facem de lucru cand n-avem ce face |
Si nu vrem sa facem in viata decat ce ne place |
Imi pasa ce crede lumea cand raman blocat in WC-u |
In rest e foarte important doar ce cred eu |
Nu va futeți cu maimutoi ca faceti bastarzi nasoi |
Si n-o sa munceasca in veci, cot la cot cu noi |
Natia asta are o pasiune pentru tradare |
Sau e rezultatul comunismului, nu-i vara la mare |
Cand cuvintele tac, asculta atent |
Pentru ca ura ramane cel mai sincer sentiment pana-n prezent… |
Unde se termina visele, moartea respira |
Doar Luna si urletul de lup ma inspira |
Traieste-ti visul, daca n-ai curaj sa traiesti |
Ca un copil batran dependent de povesti |
(translation) |
I want to drink when I'm thirsty |
Not when you give it to me |
And I never accept a no as a no |
I show up just when you're on a stressful day |
And we share it with my will because it has to be smoked |
I want to blacklist everyone on my blacklist |
Let me take revenge to stay with my whole mind |
We men dreamed of beatings, women and cars |
And in general we are shameless Neanderthals |
Don't ask me what I don't know when I'm at work |
That I don't have the modern attitude of a skinny dick |
How we came to be parrot fools |
And who the hell wants people to be equal |
If God answers, I'm wrong |
And here the frustrations reappear again and again |
Life has stopped promising what I have not yet taken |
The silent past bothers me like a deep wound |
Where dreams end, death breathes |
Only the moon and the howl of the wolf inspire me |
Live your dream, if you don't have the courage to live |
Like an old child addicted to stories |
Cheloo: |
Turn off the light, close your eyes and listen |
When the voices are silent, speak in your head and forget |
The night is a good advisor when you talk to the walls |
After a day of sitting and drinking badly with the boys |
It's a cold comedy, laughs who can |
And the one who burns you is obviously the one who laughs the loudest |
We work when we have nothing to do |
And we only want to do what we love in life |
I care what people think when they get stuck in the toilet |
Otherwise, only what I think is very important |
Don't fuck with monkeys for making stupid bastards |
And he will never work side by side with us |
This nation has a passion for betrayal |
Or it's the result of communism, not the summer at sea |
When the words are silent, listen carefully |
Because hatred remains the most sincere feeling to date… |
Where dreams end, death breathes |
Only the moon and the howl of the wolf inspire me |
Live your dream, if you don't have the courage to live |
Like an old child addicted to stories |