
Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Romanian
Cicatrici(original) |
Stau aici si numar cicatricile pe trup si pe dinauntru |
Nici un motiv sa ma plang, dimpotriva-s mandru |
Si o sa le port ca pe-o decoratie |
Ca in general cele mai bune lectii nu ti le predau aliatii |
De-a lungul vietii am luat si tepe recunosc |
Dar prefer sa mor fraier decat sa mor prost |
Ma intreb, cine-si cheltuie timpul mai cu folos? |
Cine alearga prin ploaie sau cine asteapta la adapost? |
Uite. |
Semnele astea iti arata pe unde am fost |
Craniu spart in noua’s’opt cand mi-am luat un mare box |
Ca eram prea tare in gura |
Lumea in jur ingrijorata ca as fi luat-o pe aratura |
Satul sa ma imbrac in fiecare zi cu aceleasi rand te toale mereu |
Scrisul de pe tricou, astia credeau ca e numele meu |
Noaptea cu paralizie in somn, sa adorm era o lupta |
Stand pe o canapea extensibila, rupta |
Cu mainile pe piept, poate-s chiar mort deja |
Dar in cazul asta ce rost are a mai ma proteja? |
M-am riscat si am castigat |
Dar si de-as fi pierdut gresit ar fi fost ca frica de esec |
Sa ma fi tinut sa nu mai fac nimica |
Si acum ma lupt cu asta fiindca-s numa' la jumate de drum |
Mai am multe de invatat privind in spate |
La ce putin stiam de fapt pe cand credeam ca le stiu pe toate |
Nu m-au durut la timpul lor |
Au trecut asa usor, dar m-au durut in viitor |
Si inca… nu-s doar semnele pe corp |
Sunt si cele de pe cord, fara ele nu sunt tot |
Inca… Mutarea mea de sine sunt check in-uri |
De aia zic mereu ca e bine, stiu ce inseamna sa te chinui |
Si inca… lasa sa doara, asa creste |
Cine nu traieste, nu povesteste |
Am cicatrici… |
Stai, ma, femeie jos, nu mai tipa te rog |
Iar ma tripez prost si iar o iau din loc |
Hai sa slefuiesc un ciot din cate au fost |
Poate ma pricep, auzi, dar imi dai si mie un foc? |
Ca si copil am cazut mult |
Dar am intrevazut ca va fi bine, am avut vazul bun |
La dracu, si acum lupt cu sine, tot nu ma supun |
Viata mea e ca spalatul pe maini, nu pot fara sapun |
Suflet in ce fac si asta ma consuma |
De aia dau pe gicon jumate din cat faci tu pe luna |
Plus ca ma ajuta sa uit ce zice aia batrana |
Ca ea e in curand tarana, baiatul ei cui ii va ramane? |
Fata. |
stii, tu tot ce am impart cu tine |
Si daca nu se imparte bine, partea mare iti revine tie |
Cand intr-un Craciun am dat pe ghete o mie |
Stii ca-s doar ranile saraciei in copilarie, mami |
Ia-ma naibii in brate ca stii ca am nevoie |
Rasfat ca Domnul Goe, ai grija de domnul poet |
N-oi fi facut eu vreo Arca, dar altul ca mine n-o e |
Doar tu stii ca nu e joaca si ca-mi vine bine boem |
Timpul a inchis ranile le-a uns cu ceva vreme |
M-a lasat cu cearcanele astea de le tot plimb in perne |
Stiu, mi-ai luat o crema, nu m-am dat, dar nu de lene |
Ci ca am alte cicatrici, esti cea mai buna dintre creme |
Da-ma cu tine. |
Nu m-au durut la timpul lor |
Au trecut asa usor, dar m-au durut in viitor |
Si inca… nu-s doar semnele pe corp |
Sunt si cele de pe cord, fara ele nu sunt tot |
Inca… Mutarea mea de sine sunt check in-uri |
De aia zic mereu ca e bine, stiu ce inseamna sa te chinui |
Si inca… lasa sa doara, asa creste |
Cine nu traieste, nu povesteste |
Am cicatrici… |
Nu m-au durut la timpul lor |
Au trecut asa usor, dar m-au durut in viitor |
Si inca… nu-s doar semnele pe corp |
Sunt si cele de pe cord, fara ele nu sunt tot |
Inca… Mutarea mea de sine sunt check in-uri |
De aia zic mereu ca e bine, stiu ce inseamna sa te chinui |
Si inca… lasa sa doara, asa creste |
Cine nu traieste, nu povesteste |
Am cicatrici… |
(translation) |
I sit here and count the scars on my body and inside |
No reason to cry, on the contrary, I am proud |
And I will wear them as a decoration |
As in general the best lessons are not taught by your allies |
Throughout my life I have taken and I admit it |
But I'd rather die sucker than die stupid |
I wonder, who spends their time more usefully? |
Who runs in the rain or who waits in the shelter? |
Look. |
These signs show you where I've been |
Broken skull at nine eight when I bought a big box |
That I was too hard in my mouth |
The world around worried that I would have taken the plow |
I'm tired of getting dressed in the same way every day |
The writing on the T-shirt, they thought it was my name |
At night with sleep paralysis, falling asleep was a struggle |
I'm sitting on a broken sofa bed |
With his hands on his chest, he might even be dead already |
But in this case, what's the point of protecting me? |
I took a risk and I won |
But even if I had lost by mistake, it would have been like the fear of failure |
To have kept me from doing anything |
And now I'm struggling with it because it's only halfway there |
I still have a lot to learn looking back |
How little I actually knew when I thought I knew it all |
They didn't hurt me at the time |
They passed so easily, but they hurt me in the future |
And yet... it's not just the marks on the body |
There are also those from the heart, without them I am not everything |
Also... My move by myself are check-ins |
That's why I always say it's good, I know what it means to struggle |
And yet... let it hurt, that's how it grows |
He who does not live, does not tell |
I have scars… |
Wait, woman, down, stop yelling please |
And I trip stupidly and take it from the spot again |
Let me grind a stump from what they had |
Maybe I know, you hear, but will you give me a fire too? |
As a child I fell a lot |
But I saw that it would be fine, I had the good vision |
Hell, even now I'm fighting with myself, I still don't obey |
My life is like washing my hands, I can't do without soap |
I put my soul into what I do and that consumes me |
That's why I give Gicon half of what you make per month |
Plus it helps me to forget what that old lady says |
As she is soon a peasant, who will her boy be left with? |
Face. |
you know, everything I share with you |
And if it is not shared well, the big part goes to you |
When one Christmas I put a thousand on my boots |
You know it's just the wounds of childhood poverty, mom |
Fuck me in your arms because you know I need it |
Spoiled like Mr. Goe, take care of Mr. Poet |
I would not have made an Ark, but another like me has not |
Only you know that it's not a joke and that I like bohemian |
Time closed the wounds, lubricated them for a while |
He left me with these circles I keep walking around in the pillows |
I know, you bought me a cream, I didn't give up, but not out of laziness |
But as I have other scars, you are the best cream |
Take me with you. |
They didn't hurt me at the time |
They passed so easily, but they hurt me in the future |
And yet... it's not just the marks on the body |
There are also those from the heart, without them I am not everything |
Also... My move by myself are check-ins |
That's why I always say it's good, I know what it means to struggle |
And yet... let it hurt, that's how it grows |
He who does not live, does not tell |
I have scars… |
They didn't hurt me at the time |
They passed so easily, but they hurt me in the future |
And yet... it's not just the marks on the body |
There are also those from the heart, without them I am not everything |
Also... My move by myself are check-ins |
That's why I always say it's good, I know what it means to struggle |
And yet... let it hurt, that's how it grows |
He who does not live, does not tell |
I have scars… |
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