Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fructul pasiunii, 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
Fructul pasiunii(original) |
Ca ea, rece e doar ploaia |
La inima-mi opreste bataia |
Strofa 1: |
Era un bagabond cu multe cicatrici |
Canta langa greieri la lumini de licurici |
Visator, fara bani, dar fericit mereu |
Atat de fericit, zambea si cand dadea de greu |
Dar filmul i se rupe, e distras de doua cupe |
Ce par sa il derute, ca-i par nemaivazute |
Ochii ii raman blocati cateva minute |
Isi ia inima-n dinti si merge s-o salute |
Si buzele ei raspund, in sufletul lui erup vulcanii |
Se pare ca l-a lovit iubirea ca valul unui Tsunami |
Si-o-ntreaba retinut, modest si rusinat |
«Nu vrei sa te conduc acasa, ca s-a cam inserat?» |
Avea un gol in stomac cand statea langa ea |
Avea emotii nu stia ce sa zica si nu prea vorbea |
Parfumul ei l-a ametit si-o-ntreaba cu greu |
«Pot sa vin sa te iau maine de la liceu?» |
Ca ea, rece e doar plaoia |
La inima-mi opreste bataia |
Si m-a facut sa cred ca toate sunt ca ea |
Ca ea, rece e doar plaoia |
La inima-mi opreste bataia |
Ea iubea doar banii, nu dragostea mea |
Strofa 2: |
S-a sunat de iesire, el sta nerabdator |
Sa-si vada dragostea in fata ochilor |
Si-a pregatit discursul s-o scoata in oras |
A luat tricoul cel mai bun de pe umeras |
Ca stie un restaurant bun si vrea sa-i propuna |
Dac-ar vrea si i-ar placea sa ia masa-mpreuna |
Bani nu prea avea la el, la doi sa se inhame |
Asa c-o sa-i ia doar ei, el zice ca nu-i e foame |
E mai mult ca sigur ca-i o idealista |
Nu-i ca toate tarfele materialista |
Ca va pune pret pe suflet si nu se uita-n cont |
Si ca pentru ea a renuntat la viata de bagabont |
Deodata o vede, uite-o cum iese din liceu |
Nici macar nu il saluta si se urca-ntr-un BMW-u' |
Pleaca-n tromba, lasa fum in urma |
O lacrima ii scapa … si ura-n el se-aduna |
Ca ea, rece e doar ploaia |
La inima-mi opreste bataia |
Si m-a facut sa cred ca toate sunt ca ea |
Ca ea, rece e doar plaoia |
La inima-mi opreste bataia |
Ea iubea doar banii, nu dragostea mea |
Bridge: |
Ca ea, e doar ploaia |
Ca ea, rece e doar ploaia |
Strofa 3: |
Nu l-a vazut plangand, sau nevindecat |
Nu l-a vazut la pamant, ca s-a ridicat |
Pentru ca plange doar atunci cand tuna si ploua |
Sa nu-i vada lumea lacrimile cum se rup in doua |
S-a jurat si s-a certat cu inima, i-a interzis |
Sa mai bata pentru cineva vreodata nepermis |
Am scris asta cu durere si-am scris-o cu greu |
Ca pustiu ala inocent se pare c-am fost eu! |
(translation) |
Like her, it's just raining cold |
My heart stops beating |
Verse 1: |
He was a scoundrel with a lot of scars |
He sings by the crickets by the light of fireflies |
Dreamy, no money, but always happy |
So happy, he smiled even when he struggled |
But the film breaks, he's distracted by two cups |
What seems to confuse him, that they seem unseen |
His eyes remain locked for a few minutes |
He takes his heart in his teeth and goes to greet her |
And her lips answer, volcanoes erupt in his soul |
It seems that love hit him like a tsunami |
He asks her restrained, modest and ashamed |
"Don't you want me to take you home because it's getting dark?" |
She had a stomach ache when she sat next to her |
He had emotions he didn't know what to say and he didn't talk much |
Her scent made him dizzy and he could hardly ask |
"Can I come pick you up from high school tomorrow?" |
Like her, it's just raining cold |
My heart stops beating |
And she made me believe that everything is like her |
Like her, it's just raining cold |
My heart stops beating |
She only loved money, not my love |
Verse 2: |
He called out, he was impatient |
To see his love before his eyes |
He prepared his speech to take her out on the town |
He took the best T-shirt off his hanger |
That he knows a good restaurant and wants to propose it |
If she wanted to, she'd like to dine together |
He didn't have much money, he had two to harness |
So he'll just take them, he says he's not hungry |
She's more than an idealist |
It's not like all materialistic bitches |
That will put a price on your soul and don't look into it |
And that for her he gave up the life of a tramp |
Suddenly he sees her, watching her come out of high school |
He doesn't even greet him and gets into a BMW. |
Go to the trumpet, leave smoke behind |
A tear escapes her… and hatred gathers in him |
Like her, it's just raining cold |
My heart stops beating |
And she made me believe that everything is like her |
Like her, it's just raining cold |
My heart stops beating |
She only loved money, not my love |
Bridge: |
Like her, it's just rain |
Like her, it's just raining cold |
Verse 3: |
She did not see him weeping, or unhealed |
She didn't see him on the ground, he got up |
Because he only cries when it rains and rains |
Let the world not see her tears breaking |
He swore and quarreled with his heart, he forbade them |
To ever beat someone again is not allowed |
I wrote this with pain and I wrote it with difficulty |
As an innocent kid, it looks like it was me! |