Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muguri, artist - Killa Fonic. Date of issue: 17.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Romanian
Muguri(original) |
| Tarfe, bani, alcool |
| N-o sa ne inecam din nou |
| Mama simt ca pot sa zbor |
| Cu toti fratii din ghetou |
| Tarfe, bani, alcool |
| Noi nu suntem generatia lor |
| Mama stii ca niciodata n-o sa cad |
| Un bagabont ca mine urca intruna fara grad |
| Am invatat de mic ca viata mea nu-i viata lor |
| Si tre sa iau decizi io, io, io nu din tiparul lor (no, no, no) |
| Exista iertare dar apa nu spala sangele |
| Legea nu tine cont de suflet pune somn pe gene |
| Strabunica si bunica mea au fost la zeghe |
| Ca n-au vrut sa fie sclavele unor masoni nene |
| Ma uit la copiii din mahala iti arata semne |
| Si cand o sa se faca mari o sa-ti faca probleme |
| M-au botezat tigani in lighian cu aur, bani, margele |
| Iar societatea cu apa lor cica vrea sa ma spele |
| Nu stiu ca pustiu' e calit ca Ahile tras de glezna |
| E haladit si intelept dar tot se ineaca in bezna |
| O Doamne ai mila de fratele meu ca-i la racoare |
| Si da-i o sansa poa' sa indrepte stiu ca e in stare |
| In stare ca toti fratii din tara si din Diaspora |
| Departe dar ne leaga sangele si energia sa |
| Tarfe, bani, alcool |
| N-o sa ne inecam din nou |
| Mama simt ca pot sa zbor |
| Cu toti fratii din ghetou |
| Tarfe, bani, alcool |
| Noi nu suntem generatia lor |
| Stilu' meu de viaţă nu mi l-am ales |
| Dar aici m-am născut şi-aici şi trăiesc… |
| Şi dacă aici trăiesc, mă jur să reuşesc |
| Ca pe fraţii mei, cei mai loiali, să îi hrănesc! |
| Vorbesc… Despre broşii care sunt familie |
| Despre vise şi planuri, care sunt cu miile |
| Despre… cum noi suntem ăia care nu se joacă |
| Poate pare o joacă, da' băieţii o să spargă! |
| Roagă-te, roagă-te pentru noi… |
| Crescuţi în iad, noi nu dăm înapoi |
| Flăcări în ochi, de la atâtea nevoi |
| Facem dezastru cu o inimă sloi! |
| Bagabont umil, am doar de învăţat |
| De la bagabonţii mari care m-au adoptat |
| Din sânu' străzii, de unde m-am alăptat |
| Încep să văd lumină, zi-mi «iluminat»! |
| Se zice că eşti un produs al mediului |
| Da' ce faci când eşti prins în ghearele cartierului?! |
| Un copil sărac, care-i remediul lui?! |
| Tre' să se adapteze unde nu e mediul lui, nu?! |
| Zi tu… |
| Îmi pun întrebări ca tâmpitu'! |
| Exact ca şi fii-ta şi fii-tu |
| Încerc s-o rezolv cu trăitu'! |
| Realitatea-i crudă, viaţa-i temporară |
| Timpu-i limitat, doar fii atent cum zboară |
| Poţi să ţi-l petreceri liber sau în celulă |
| Da' ce laşi în urmă când te duci pe pulă? |
| Tarfe, bani, alcool |
| N-o sa ne inecam din nou |
| Mama simt ca pot sa zbor |
| Cu toti fratii din ghetou |
| Tarfe, bani, alcool |
| Noi nu suntem generatia lor |
| (translation) |
| Tariffs, money, alcohol |
| We will not drown again |
| My mother feels I can fly |
| With all the brothers in the ghetto |
| Tariffs, money, alcohol |
| We are not their generation |
| Mom, you know I'll never fall |
| A tramp like me always climbs without a degree |
| I learned from an early age that my life is not theirs |
| And I have to make decisions, no, no, not in their pattern (no, no, no) |
| There is forgiveness but water does not wash away the blood |
| The law does not take into account the soul puts sleep on the eyelashes |
| My great-grandmother and grandmother were on the lookout |
| That they did not want to be slaves to uncle masons |
| I look at the children in the slum showing you signs |
| And when they get older, they'll get in trouble |
| I was baptized by gypsies in the basin with gold, money, beads |
| And the company with their water wants to wash me |
| I don't know that the kid is as hard as Achilles pulled by the ankle |
| He is foolish and wise, but he still drowns in darkness |
| Oh, God, have mercy on my brother because he's cool |
| And give her a chance to straighten out, I know she's capable |
| As well as all the brothers in the country and in the Diaspora |
| Far away but his blood and energy bind us |
| Tariffs, money, alcohol |
| We will not drown again |
| My mother feels I can fly |
| With all the brothers in the ghetto |
| Tariffs, money, alcohol |
| We are not their generation |
| I didn't choose my lifestyle |
| But here I was born and here I live… |
| And if I live here, I swear to succeed |
| May I feed my most loyal brothers! |
| I'm talking about… Brooches that are family |
| About dreams and plans, which are in the thousands |
| About how we are the ones who don't play |
| It may sound like a joke, but the boys are going to break it! |
| Pray, pray for us… |
| Raised in hell, we do not give back |
| Flames in the eyes, from so many needs |
| We make a disaster with a broken heart! |
| Humble bastard, I just have to learn |
| From the big bad guys who adopted me |
| From across the street, from where I breastfed |
| I'm starting to see light, call me "enlightened"! |
| You are said to be an environmental product |
| So what do you do when you're caught in the clutches of the neighborhood ?! |
| A poor child, what is his remedy ?! |
| He has to adapt where his environment is not, right ?! |
| Zi tu… |
| I ask myself questions like a fool! |
| Just like your son and your son |
| I'm trying to solve it with my life! |
| Reality is cruel, life is temporary |
| Time is limited, just be careful how it flies |
| You can party it freely or in your cell |
| What do you leave behind when you go on the dick? |
| Tariffs, money, alcohol |
| We will not drown again |
| My mother feels I can fly |
| With all the brothers in the ghetto |
| Tariffs, money, alcohol |
| We are not their generation |