Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Din Rai, artist - El Nino.
Date of issue: 05.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Romanian
Din Rai(original) |
El Nino: |
Mergem usor, geamuri fumurii |
Tu poti sa ne zici baietii cu mugurii |
Uite-mi brigada, e data pe slow |
E data pe iarba, e sparta din nou |
Baieti tatuati aka v-am zis |
In paradis traiesc un vis |
Ecrane in tetiere, boxe in portiere |
Ochelari de soare, pace-n cartiere |
Cine ne vede se-nchina |
Ca n-au mai vazut lilieci pe lumina |
Fum, daca vrei, 5000 benzina |
Am, dar prefer sa trec in surdina |
Prea cald sa pot sa alerg |
Cu frana de mana dau cerc dupa cerc |
Cam incet, dar cand incep |
Nu ma pot opri sa zic direct |
Pizde, soare, imi place viata |
Gabori, zdrente, imi feresc fata |
Apropo de fata, dimineata |
Am cearcane de la Constanta |
M-am vazut cu fratii azi-noapte, haos |
Acum, la volan, pe loc repaus |
Cred ca-s prea high, de la ultimul pai |
Cred c-am ridicat masina si am ajuns in rai |
Samurai: |
Cu un joint aprins si cu vantu-n freza |
Hai in centru vechi, haide pe faleza |
Nu baga viteza, hai sa-i dam usor |
Parca simt ca plutesc cu 40 la ora |
E atat de gol, chiar daca-i sezon |
Ora 4 dimineata si sticletii dorm |
Am chef sa ma joc, da s-o invart in loc |
Tractiune doar pe spate, dar o simt beton |
Toba scoate foc, cauciucul e ars |
Nu-i nevoie de ulei turnat pe asfalt |
Hai sa-i dam de aici, de-ajuns ca ne-am distrat |
Hai sa luam 10 beri sa tragem langa lac |
Ora 5 dimineata, cerul a crapat |
Bass-ul bubuie grav si toti dam din cap |
Si se misca parca sunt hipnotizati |
Eu vad lumea prin oglinzi parc-as fi 2pac |
Cred ca m-am tripat, am intors-o calm |
Cu 110, peste limita, pe bulevard |
Si sunt fascinat cum sta pe asfalt |
Rasaritu-n partea stanga, departe in larg |
Cred ca sunt prea spart sau n-am observat |
In anii astia ce-au trecut cat e de adevarat |
Cred ca-s prea high, de la ultimul pai |
Cred c-am ridicat masina si am ajuns in rai |
(translation) |
El Nino: |
We go easy, smoked windows |
You can call us guys with buds |
Look at my brigade, it's on slow |
It's on the grass, it's broken again |
Tattooed boys aka I told you |
In paradise I live a dream |
Screens in the headrests, speakers in the doors |
Sunglasses, peace in the neighborhoods |
Whoever sees us worships |
That they never saw bats in the light |
Smoke, if you want, 5000 petrol |
I have, but I prefer to remain silent |
Too hot to run |
With the handbrake I go circle after circle |
A little slowly, but when I start |
I can't stop saying it directly |
Cunts, sun, I like life |
Rags, rags, I protect my face |
Speaking of the girl, in the morning |
I have rings from Constanta |
I saw my brothers last night, chaos |
Now, behind the wheel, in a resting place |
I think it's too high, from the last straw |
I think I picked up the car and arrived in heaven |
Samurai: |
With a lit joint and with the wind blowing |
Come to the old center, come to the seafront |
Don't slow down, let's take it easy |
I feel like I'm floating at 40 per hour |
It's so empty, even if it's the season |
4 o'clock in the morning and the bottles are sleeping |
I feel like playing, let's spin it instead |
Traction only on the back, but I feel it concretely |
The drum is on fire, the tire is burnt |
No need for oil poured on the asphalt |
Let's give it a go, we had enough fun |
Let's get 10 beers and shoot by the lake |
At 5 in the morning, the sky cracked |
The bass rumbles hard and we all nod our heads |
And they move as if they are hypnotized |
I see the world through mirrors as if I were 2pac |
I think I messed up, I calmly returned it |
With 110, over the limit, on the boulevard |
And I am fascinated by how it sits on the asphalt |
Sunrise on the left side, far in the distance |
I think I'm too broke or I didn't notice |
In these years that have passed, how true it is |
I think it's too high, from the last straw |
I think I picked up the car and arrived in heaven |