Lyrics of Seca - Pavel Stratan

Seca (original)

La club deseara, cum se termina discoteca,
Fetele pleaca, raman baietii, sa joace seca.
Sub scari la club incepe jocul,
Iar sponsor general in seara asta-i polobocul.
Fiecare care are bani si nu vrea sa se culce
Are voie sa ramaie, cine n-are bani â€"se duce.
Toate usile se-nchid, din toate partile
Banii se aud fosnind, se taie cartile.
Dar eu, ma uit la bani si tac
Mitel, dar banii de-amu-mi plac,
Si chiar, de n-am atatia ani
Aici, ii chestia numa-n bani.
Ai bani â€"e bine, joci cat vrei
Pui bani cu gandul bani sa iei
Da banul e ochiul dracului.
Toti vor ca sa castige-n in joc
Vor toti, dar nu au toti noroc…
Te doare, dar iara scoti si pui.
Din mana-n mana, imi plac cum banii se-nvartesc
De la „Chironâ€Â se duc la „Cotaâ€Â, de colo jos gramada cresc
Vazand cu ochii gramajoara creste mare, tot mai mare
Oare cine o sa puna mana pe asa onoare?
Ma uit la Ghita, cum langa bani se da alaturi
Ganduri grele ii ascut dintii, ochi-i fug in laturi
El presimte cum de parca banii toti la dansul damu-s
Cred c-asa prezicere fixa nu avea nici Nostradamus…
Da eu, ma uit la bani si tac
Mitel, dar banii toti imi plac.
Si-as vrea, pe banii de la carti
Sa pot, sa pun mana pe tati
Citi bani tu n-ai avea, mai vreai
Dar cand ii pierzi, ii vrei macar pe-ai tai sa-i ai.
Degeaba la dansii tu te rogi.
Dar cand in buzunar la tine iara-s multi
Tu iara-i vrei pe toti, dar de ai tai tu uiti
Asta-i treaba, cu banii cand te joci.
Canistra-i goala, da-aicea nimeni nu pierde timpu
Fecare pune cate-o rubla si tot e simplu
Cineva se duce dupa vin, iar altu vine
Tot e bun, da tot mai bine e cand, cand e mai bine.
Arata unde ai mai facut vreodata-n viata â€"
De la ora zece seara pan-la… pan-dimineata.
Atatia bani cati cineva ar trebui sa scoata sfecla
Un an de zile asa-i c-aici numai;
numai la seca
Se mai intampla si cateodata cand pierzi
Tu scuturi buzunarele si-ti tremura mainile cand vezi
Si banii tai lucrati de-un an cum pleaca, dar tu ramai pe ace
Si vrei sa faci ceva, da ce sa faci?
Nu ai ce face.
Pe unde numai n-am jucat seca â€"si-n pod la baie,
In toaleta scolii tot, si-afra-n ploaie,
Pe scari la primarie, in casa la Balaban, si-n beci la Fon
La statia de autobuz, si chiar la Farlea in sopron
Imi place seca, si-ntotdeauna am sa joc
Si chiar de nu se-ntampla-ntotdeauna sa am noroc
Imi place-azartul care-n atmosfera jocului se face
Imi place jocul care-l joc tot cu baieti care le place
… Vor trece anii, cum au trecut si pan-amu
Da eu s-o suta de procente ca nimeni n-o sa zica „nuâ€Â
Daca deseara ne-ntalnim la club si iarasi scoatem banii
Taiem cartile, le dam si ne intoarcem iar in anii
Unde eu ma uit la bani, si tac
Mitel, dar planuri mari imi fac.
Si chiar de nu-mi ajunge-n carti
Un tuz, oricum i-astept pe tati.
Hai, toti cu totii la Niscani
Unde seca-i „fabrica de baniâ€Â
Dar viata si noaptea merge-n toi
Unde toti joaca seca si cinstesc,
Unde toti banii se ingramadesc,
Unde sfara ne da sperante noi.
Hai, toti cu totii la Niscani
Unde seca-i „fabrica de baniâ€Â
Iar vinul se da usor pe gat
Unde toti joaca seca si cinstesc,
Unde toti banii se ingramadesc,
Unde sfara ne da sperante noi.
Cat banii sunt in bancï

(translation)

At the club tonight, how the disco ends,
The girls leave, the boys stay, to play dry.
Under the stairs at the club the game begins,
And general sponsor tonight is the poloboc.
Everyone who has money and does not want to go to bed
He is allowed to stay, who has no money - he goes.
All the doors close on all sides
Money is heard rustling, books are being cut.
But I look at the money and shut up
Mitel, but I like the money,
And even, I haven't been so many years
Here, the thing is only money.
You have money - it's good, you play as much as you want
You put money with the thought of taking money
Yes, money is the devil's eye.
Everyone wants to win the game
Everyone wants it, but not everyone is lucky
It hurts, but take it out again.
From hand to hand, I like how money spins
From â € žChironâ € they go to â € žCotaâ € Â, from there down the pile grows
Seeing with his eyes, the weight grows bigger and bigger
Who will get their hands on such an honor?
I look at Ghita, next to the money
Heavy thoughts sharpen his teeth, his eyes run to the sides
He senses how all the money for the dance is given
I don't think Nostradamus had such a fixed prediction either…
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
Mitel, but I like all the money.
I wish, on the money from the books
I can, I can get my hands on my dad
How much money you wouldn't have, you want more
But when you lose them, you at least want yours.
In vain at the dances you pray.
But when there are many in your pocket again
You want them all again, but you forget about yours
That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there.
The canister is empty, so no one is wasting their time
Everyone puts in a ruble and it's still simple
Someone goes for wine and someone else comes
It's still good, but it's getting better when, when it's better.
Look where you've ever been in your life -
From ten o'clock in the evening until… until the morning.
As much money as someone should beet
A year is like this only here;
only dry
It also happens sometimes when you lose
You shake your pockets and shake your hands when you see
And your money worked for a year as it goes, but you stay on the needles
And you want to do something, so what do you do?
You have nothing to do.
Where I just didn't play dry - and in the attic in the bathroom,
Everything in the school toilet, and it's raining,
On the stairs at the town hall, in the house at Balaban, and in the cellar at Fon
At the bus station, and even at Farlea in the shed
I like dry, and I will always play
And even if it doesn't always happen, I'm lucky
I like the chance that is made in the atmosphere of the game
I like the game I play with guys I like
… The years will pass, as the pan-amu has passed
Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure no one will say no
If we meet at the club tonight and take out the money again
We cut the books, give them away and go back in time
Where I look at money, and shut up
Mitel, but I have big plans.
And even if I don't get enough books
A cough, I'm waiting for Daddy anyway.
Come on, everyone in Niscani
Where the "money factory" is drying up
But life and night go well
Where everyone plays dry and honest,
Where all the money is piled up,
Where the hope gives us hope.
Come on, everyone in Niscani
Where the "money factory" is drying up
And the wine is easily swallowed
Where everyone plays dry and honest,
Where all the money is piled up,
Where the hope gives us hope.
How much money is in the bank