Lyrics of Vorbe - La Familia, Uzzi

Vorbe (original)

Vorbe, vorbe
Sunt vorbe de cacat
Le-aud in fiecare zi
Vorbe, sunt vorbe de cacat
Le-aud in fiecare zi
Unii sufera de smecherie, dar 's vai mortii lor
Cauta sa se umfle in fata fraierilor, sclavilor,
Cateva vorbe sunt un cacat,
Nici o minciuna nu te face mai baiat
Degeaba vorbesti prin cartier ca esti milionar
Cand de fapt n-ai zece mii in buzunar!
Altii spun nume de smecheri, de neamuri de tigani
Dar vorbele lor nu valoreaza doi bani.
Orice sclav tremura cand e sa-si ia omor
Orice tigan mai inbracat se crede Fane spoitoru'
Vorbele n-au valoare, faptele conteaza!
Smecherii se cunosc, nu se inventeaza
Bulangii ma streseaza, cand abereaza
Sa vedem ce poti, vorbele nu ma impresioneaza
Pentru cine cant?
Am sa-ti raspund!
Ma gasesti aici in Salajan, nu ma ascund!
Nu vorbi fara sa stii
Nu halii mereu ce auzi de la altii,
Nu te da ce nu poti sa fii
Sunt vorbe de cacat, le-aud in fiecare zi
II:
Pentru ca fraierii sa-nceapa sa cunoasca veteranii
Eplic despre cum e zi de zi si cum trec anii:
Sunt baietii care fac
Si sunt tarfele cu muia
Din cartier de la mine, pana-n salajan la Puya
Poti sa faci un teanc de bani
daca scoti bine o vorba
Dar mai poti c-o simpla vorba sa ajungi la morga
In fiecare zi
Si in fiecare seara
Apare gabor dupa gabor aproape-n fiecare scara
Care ei in prostia lor.
Astepta doar o vorba sa te duca la **
Am ramas cu ai mei
Si ei cu mine ca la-nceput
Turnatorii de baieti s-au separat de mult
Deci **** pentru gabori, **** pentru tarfe barfitoare de barfe
Am respect pentru cei care-au trait ca mine,
Restu: poc, poc, poc, poc, poc
Pentru tine.
Zi!
III:
De multe ori o vorba spusa aiurea-i mult mai grea
Aduce mai multa violenta ca o fapta rea
Face dintr-o domnisoara cuminte o tarfa
Dintr-un baietas de cartier subiect de barfa
Se aude ca nu stiu ce pustioaica ar suge p***,
Frate, fiecare face ce stie cu gura!
Multi sclavi vorbesc aiurea doar ca sa se bage-n seama
Si am impresia ca adevarul le provoaca teama
Daca nu ma crezi inseamna ca n-ai vazut
Scandaluri intre baietasi pentru o vorba-n vant
Pentru o-njuratura spusa la betie
Baietasii zac pe mese la urgenta in prostie
Multi altii ar fi acum in libertate,
Daca nu ar fi plecat capul la vorbe aruncate pe la spate
Fraierii vorbesc cat se poate, dar nu stiu
Ca o sЇmpla vorba le poate aduce, moarte!!!

(translation)

Talk, talk
It's bullshit
I hear them every day
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!
I hear them every day
Some suffer tricks, but woe to their deaths
Seek to swell in the face of fools, slaves,
A few words are shit,
No lie makes you a boy
It's useless to talk around the neighborhood that you're a millionaire
When in fact you don't have ten thousand in your pocket!
Others say names of tricks, of gypsy nations
But their words are not worth the money.
Every slave trembled when it came to killing himself
Any more gypsy dressed is believed to be Fane spoitoru '
Words have no value, deeds matter!
The tricks are known, not invented
Bulangs stress me out when I get angry
Let's see what you can do, the words don't impress me
Who do I sing for?
I'll answer you!
You can find me here in Salajan, I'm not hiding!
Don't talk without knowing
Don't always listen to what you hear from others,
Don't give in to what you can't be
There are shitty words, I hear them every day
II:
For the suckers to get to know the veterans
I apply about how it is every day and how the years go by:
It's the boys who do it
And they're bitch with a blowjob
From my neighborhood to Salajan in Puya
You can make a pile of money
if you speak well
But you can just get to the morgue
Every day
And every night
Gabor after gabor appears on almost every staircase
Which they in their stupidity.
Just waiting for a word to take you to **
I stayed with my family
And they with me as in the beginning
The founders of the boys have long since separated
So **** for gabors, **** for gossiping gossip bitches
I have respect for those who have lived like me,
Rest: little, little, little, little, little
For you.
Day!
III:
Often a nonsense is much harder
It brings more violence than a bad deed
Make a good lady a bitch
From a gossipy neighborhood boy
It sounds like I don't know what kid would suck p ***,
Brother, everyone does what they know with their mouths!
Many slaves talk nonsense just to get noticed
And I have the impression that the truth makes them afraid
If you don't believe me, it means you haven't seen me
Scandals between boys for a word in the wind
For a drunken curse
The boys are lying on the emergency table in a hurry
Many others would now be free,
If he hadn't bowed his head at the words thrown at him from behind
Suckers talk as much as they can, but I don't know
As a simple word, he can bring them death !!!