Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fraiere , by - Deliric. Release date: 28.05.2011
Song language: Romanian
Fraiere(original) |
| Eram mici, n-aveam frici, n-aveam nici inamici |
| N-aveam griji, n-aveam nici cicatrici |
| Aveam griş, mucenici la bunici |
| Un caniş ce-l hrăneam pe furiş |
| Ne-ascundeam unii de alții, ne jucam de-a vațea |
| Acum ne ascundem fața, ne jucam de-a viața |
| Jucam lapte gros până ne rupeam cârca |
| Acum munca îți rupe cârca ca să ai ce mânca |
| Cei iei cu dreapta, dai cu stânga, stai ca stânca |
| Te simți presat ca șunca |
| Că de când am crescut mă simt vizat de toți |
| Și vânat cu colți, să-mi pună bețe-n roți |
| Eu le zâmbeam la toți, le vorbeam amabil |
| Că suntem toți culpabili de-a fi toți capabili |
| Dar ei mi-au zis «Probabil ești tu cu capu-n aer» |
| Eu credeam că-s băiat bun, toți mi-au zis că-s fraier |
| Mi-au zis toți că nu-i nici o treabă |
| Crezi că poți să fii băiat bun o viață întreagă? |
| Fraiere! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Fraiere! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Sunt băiat mare acum, mă uit urât pe ei |
| Tu de ce-mi zâmbești? |
| Tu ce vrei să-mi iei? |
| Nu m-ataşez de femei că vor doar banii mei |
| Și dau curs la idei doar dacă aduc și lei |
| Și n-am timp de glume, am un job serios |
| Dar am un boss cam prost |
| D-aia-s zelos la post |
| Și sub Polo, Lacoste |
| Chiar acolo sub coaste |
| Duc o rece, ca-n pol, le prostește pe proast |
| Am un portofel plin, da-s plin de venin |
| Sunt naşu' la fraieri, le dau țepele fin |
| Că de când am crescut îi vizez pe toți |
| Îi vânez cu colți le pun bețe în roți |
| Am întâlnit un copil ce zâmbea la toți |
| Mi-a zis că-s capabil să fiu și eu amabil |
| I-am zis «Probabil ești tu cu capu-n aer» |
| Toți credeau că-s smecher, el mi-a zis că-s fraier |
| Mi-a zis că i se pare o prostie, chiar crezi că asta înseamnă șmecherie? |
| Fraiere! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Fraiere! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Fraiere! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Fraiere! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| (translation) |
| We were small, we had no fears, we had no enemies |
| I had no worries, no scars |
| I had semen, martyrs to my grandparents |
| A cane that I was secretly feeding |
| We were hiding from each other, we were playing hide and seek |
| Now we hide our face, we play with our lives |
| We played thick milk until we broke our guts |
| Now work breaks your load so you have something to eat |
| Those you take with the right, you turn with the left, you sit like a rock |
| You feel pressured like ham |
| That since I grew up I feel targeted by everyone |
| And fanged with fangs, to put sticks in my wheels |
| I smiled at them all, I spoke kindly to them |
| That we are all guilty of being capable |
| But they said to me, "You're probably upside down." |
| I thought I was a good boy, everyone told me I was a sucker |
| They all told me it was no use |
| Do you think that you can be a good boy for the rest of your life? |
| Suckers! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Suckers! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| I'm a big boy now, I look at them ugly |
| Why are you smiling at me? |
| What do you want me to take? |
| I don't care about women wanting only my money |
| And I only follow ideas if I bring lions |
| And I don't have time for jokes, I have a serious job |
| But I have a bad boss |
| D-aia-s zealous post |
| And under Polo, Lacoste |
| Right down there |
| I'm cold, like a pole, I'm fooling them |
| I have a full wallet, I'm full of poison |
| I'm the godfather of suckers, I give them fine spikes |
| That I've been targeting everyone since I grew up |
| I hunt them with fangs and put them on wheels |
| I met a child who was smiling at everyone |
| He told me I could be kind too |
| I said, "You're probably upside down." |
| Everyone thought I was a trickster, he told me I was a sucker |
| He told me he thought it was stupid, do you really think that's a trick? |
| Suckers! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Suckers! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Suckers! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Suckers! |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |