Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frustrarea, artist - F.Charm. Album song Gradina cu spini, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.02.2018
Record label: Lanoy
Song language: Romanian
Frustrarea(original) |
O vorba mare mi-a zis tata |
Si m-am lovit de ea toata viata |
Cand ajungi sus, ei se vad prea jos |
In spate te vorbesc urat, in fata frumos |
C-asa-i aproapele meu, un om cu suflet mare |
Se bucura prea tare si pare ca il doare |
Si pune pe rana sare, in ochi are doar frustrare |
Ca-l mananca gelozia cand unu are si el n-are |
Si-l vad cum se consuma-n el |
Ca de ce dracu am eu mai mult ca el in portofel! |
Oamenii-s facuti sa se iubeasca |
Dar oamenii sunt javre, ce-asteapta sa loveasca |
Oamenii pot sa te duca sus |
Dar vezi ca oamenii-o sa strige ca ei acolo te-au pus |
Tata mi-a zis: Bogdane-asculta bine |
Astia se hranesc cu ce ai mai bun in tine |
N-ai sa-i vezi vreodata, cu stomacul gol |
Ca e plin cu durerea ta si frustrarea lor! |
Tatal meu imi spune |
Sa nu mai cred in lume |
Frustrarea e o boala |
Sora cu invidia |
Tatal meu imi spune |
Ca frustrarea lasa urme |
Si lumea ma raneste doar sa-mi vada lacrima |
Strofa 2: |
Cine te pune sa mananci cu pofta de sub unghie? |
Si ura te-mpinge sa-ti pui de gat o franghie |
Omule ce te-ncalzeste daca pic in hau? |
Cand soarta ma loveste, tu ma impingi mai rau?! |
Pana si industria e plina de frustrare: |
«Eu nu fac feat. |
cu ala, ca-i fac numele prea mare» |
Doar frustrati de calitate, oameni plini de caracter |
Se stiu ei mult prea bine, la cine ma refer |
Alti oameni cu principii se uita si-n curtea ta |
Ti-ar vrea hainele, masina chiar si pe nevasta-ta |
Se bucura daca banca vine casa sa ti-o ia |
Ca doarme mai bine noaptea cu nefericirea ta |
Omul se macina, din orice pricina, te vrea-n paragina |
Viata lui se clatina, din sarcina vrea platina |
Imi iau valiza plec sa caut niste soare |
Sa stau macar o clipa, ferit de animale |
Tatal meu imi spune |
Sa nu mai cred in lume |
Frustrarea e o boala |
Sora cu invidia |
Tatal meu imi spune |
Ca frustrarea lasa urme |
Si lumea ma raneste doar sa-mi vada lacrima |
(translation) |
My father told me a big word |
And I've hit her all my life |
When you get to the top, they look too low |
In the back I speak ugly, in the face beautiful |
That's how my neighbor is, a man with a big heart |
He is overjoyed and seems to be in pain |
And he puts salt on the wound, in his eyes he has only frustration |
That jealousy eats him when one has and he does not have |
And I see it consumed in it |
Why the hell do I have more than him in my wallet! |
People are made to love each other |
But people are bastards waiting to hit |
People can take you upstairs |
But you see people shouting that they put you there |
My father said to me: Bogdane, listen carefully |
They feed on the best in you |
You'll never see them on an empty stomach |
That it is full of your pain and frustration! |
My father tells me |
Stop believing in the world |
Frustration is a disease |
Sister with envy |
My father tells me |
That frustration leaves traces |
And the world only hurts me to see my tears |
Verse 2: |
Who makes you eat with appetite under your fingernails? |
And hatred pushes you to put a rope around your neck |
Man, what warms you up a little? |
When fate strikes me, do you push me worse ?! |
Even the industry is full of frustration: |
«I don't do feat. |
with that, because I make his name too big » |
Just frustrated by quality, people full of character |
They know each other all too well, who I mean |
Other people with principles look in your yard |
He would like your clothes, the car, even your wife |
He is happy if the bank comes to take your house |
That he sleeps better at night with your unhappiness |
The man grinds himself, for whatever reason, he wants you in ruins |
His life is faltering, he wants platinum from pregnancy |
I take my suitcase and go look for some sun |
Stay for at least a moment, away from animals |
My father tells me |
Stop believing in the world |
Frustration is a disease |
Sister with envy |
My father tells me |
That frustration leaves traces |
And the world only hurts me to see my tears |