Translation of the song lyrics In Focuri - Parazitii

In Focuri (original)

Vin binedispus de la o inmormantare de lesbiene
Unde mai devreme m-am intins la bere
Va abordez diplomatic, esti antipatic
Pula mea, n-am ajuns un clasic
Sunt nascut in zodia in care-a murit de ras jigodia
Sunt un meloman care-ti prezinta melodia
Caut senzatii in fumuri mult prea tari, sa moara fapta
Unde ma toarna ziua, ma prinde noaptea
Te provoc, trage daca te tenteaza
Vei fi unul dintre noi care palmat fumeaza
Sistematic sparg petreceri comuniste
De cand traseistele au devenit artiste
Tuturor celor cu un mare creier in minus
Le doresc un elegant penis captivus
Vreau sa vad acum doar partea frumoasa
Mainile in aer care inca fumeaza
Daca cineva intreaba, o ard in focuri
002, doar alcool, sex, droguri
Un gram de creier sau un gram de marfa pura
Viata iese din pizda, dar se duce pe pula, ai
Subsemnatul Ombladon declar
Jur sa spun adevarul si numai adevarul in declaratia asta macar
Cand ma-ntalnesc cu garda in fiecare zi
Imi ascund in ghete pastilele de Extasy
Femeia sa-mi ia banii face apel la sex-appeal
N-am bani la mine pentru ca n-am multi de fel
Ridic cuvantul pentru pigmei prea sus
Plus pentru toti rapperi care de mult in jos s-au dus
Vad ca multi alerga dupa bani cu tupeu
Ce pula mea, proastelor, pula are alt gust intr-un BMW-u?
E greu, a fost mereu, dar nu ca azi
50% canta, 50%-s bodyguarzi
E super iarba
M-am dedublat, vorbesc cu mine
Liber pe strada, tre' sa trag, ruleaza-o bine
Nimeni nu te prinde, aprinde-o, arde-o
Dracu o ia…
Nu ma numar printre cei ce dau in paranoia
Stau retras in transa, atras de vinul ars ramas
In sticla de Jack Daniels fals
Stau pe-un nor si cant la harpa fredonand un hit
Zic Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakka Da Disk, Rebel Music
Fetele ard, joint-ul arde, totul arde
Bag termometru-n cana, hmm, prea multe grade
Umbla vorba ca-mi terorizez femeia
Am dubla personalitate si-o dezvolt pe-a treia
Sunt anti-vedeta perfect promovata
Sistemul de valori n-am sa mi-l schimb niciodata

In Focuri (translation)

I come from a lesbian funeral
Where earlier I lay down for beer
I approach you diplomatically, you are unfriendly
My dick, I'm not a classic
I was born in the zodiac in which the scoundrel died laughing
I'm a music lover who introduces you to the song
I'm looking for sensations in too much smoke, for the deed to die
Where my day throws me, it catches me at night
I challenge you, shoot if it tempts you
You will be one of us who smokes
I systematically break up communist parties
Ever since trackwomen became artists
To all those with a big brain minus
I wish them an elegant captivus penis
I just want to see the beautiful part now
Hands still smoking
If anyone asks, I'll burn it
002, only alcohol, sex, drugs
One gram of brain or one gram of pure goods
Life comes out of the pussy, but it goes on the dick, you have
I, the undersigned Ombladon, declare
I swear to tell the truth and only the truth in this statement at least
When I meet the guard every day
I hide my Extasy pills in my boots
The woman to take my money appeals to sex appeal
I don't have money because I don't have many
I'm raising the word for pygmies too high
Plus for all the rappers who have long since gone down
I see that many are chasing money with courage
What the fuck does my dick taste like in a BMW?
It's hard, it's always been, but not like today
50% sing, 50% bodyguards
It's super grass
I've doubled down, I'm talking to myself
Free on the street, I have to shoot, run well
Nobody catches you, light it, burn it
Fuck her
I am not one of those who are paranoid
I stand back in a trance, drawn to the remaining burnt wine
In fake Jack Daniels bottle
I sit on a cloud and play the harp humming a hit
Zic Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakka Da Disk, Rebel Music
The girls are burning, the joint is burning, everything is burning
I put the thermometer in the cup, hmm, too many degrees
Rumor has it that I'm terrorizing my wife
I have a double personality and I develop the third one
I'm a perfectly promoted anti-star
I will never change my value system