Lyrics of Vorbesc Despre - El Nino, Anna

Vorbesc Despre (original)

Inainte de toate vreau stele pe cer
Adorm in hotel, ma trezesc in cartier
Vorbesc despre viata, n-am frica de moarte
Vorbesti despre ganja, te rog sa-mi faci parte
Despre fratii plecati dupa soare
De frigu' din oase, rubine, cristale
O blana la gat intr-un merzan bengos
Il stim pe baiat, era piele si os
Mizerii de oameni vorbesc despre lux
Apar toate-n zor, dar dispar la apus
Vorbesc despre strazi, despre arme de foc
Stiu copii cu pistoale, vad viata un joc
Penintenciare, care reabilitare
Baga oameni in celuli, ii scot afara animale
Vorbesc despre
Politicieni, m****s pe ei si-a lor poveste
Vorbesc despre
E una din zilele bune, una din zilele rele
Despre tot ce-aud si ce vad
De la est la vest, de la sud la nord
O strada-i luminata, alta-ntunecata
Un copil zambeste, altu se vrea tata
Genul de fraier si prosti si idiot
Isi bate nevasta, se crede mafiot
Vorbesc despre tot, ba chiar pot sa descriu
Exact ceea ce sunt si ce-as fi putut sa fiu
Spre setea de bani, droguri si faima
Vorbesc despre oameni pe care-i schimb-o haina
Si despre aia care nu se lasa niciodata
Fratii adevarati aleg sa cada totodata
Tot odata s-ar putea ca dintr-o data sa rasara
Soarele pe strada lor si iarna sa devina vara
E fantastic cum unii dintre noi
Se simt atat de bine cand se scalda in noroi
Transcriu tot ce-mi dicteaza inima
Dar cate-odata as vrea sa taca daca s-ar putea

(translation)

Above all, I want stars in the sky
I fall asleep in the hotel, wake up in the neighborhood
I'm talking about life, I'm not afraid of death
You talk about ganja, please join me
About the brothers gone after the sun
Of bones, rubies, crystals
A neck fur in a bengos merzan
We know the boy, he was skin and bones
Lots of people talk about luxury
They all appear at dawn, but disappear at sunset
I'm talking about the streets, about firearms
I know kids with guns, I see life as a game
Penitentiaries, which rehabilitation
They put people in cells, they take out animals
I'm talking about
Politicians, fuck them and their story
I'm talking about
It's one of the good days, one of the bad days
About everything I hear and see
From east to west, from south to north
One street is lit, another is dark
A child is smiling, another wants a father
The kind of sucker and fool and idiot
Beats his wife, thinks he's a mobster
I talk about everything, I can even describe it
Exactly what I am and what I could have been
Towards the thirst for money, drugs and fame
I'm talking about people whose clothes I change
And about the one who never gives up
True brothers choose to fall at the same time
At the same time, it might suddenly dawn
The sun on their street and winter to become summer
It's amazing how some of us
They feel so good when they bathe in mud
I transcribe everything my heart dictates
But sometimes I would like to keep quiet if possible