Lyrics of Eroul Generației - Subcarpați, Psihotrop

Eroul Generației (original)

Psihotrop:
Dar viata nu-i simpla
Is pe fuga, mi-e frica
Imi doresc familie
Liniste deplina (x2)
Sunt taran holtei
Din bordei
Fac hore, beau
Vinul boltei
Ca sa ma rasfat
Trag murgul de hat
Caruta pe roti
Si suflu-ntr-un bat
Din fluier scot ritmul
Cu el opresc timpul
Nuiele cu gauri
Cu care-mi fac ritmul
Ma rog la Dumnezeu
Ma bucur mereu
De ceea ce sunt
De tot ce am eu
Ca am burta plina
Cu paine si sare
Nu-i de la slanina
Faptul c-am un-soare
Care rasare pe cer dimineata
Sunt liber
Multumesc, viata!
Si-am gasit in sat o mandra
Care-i frumoasa si canta
Si mi-a facut un flacau
Voinic cum e tatal sau
Si il crestem si-l iubim
Si il invatam cum stim
Eu la caval sau la nai
Ea ii canta prin viu grai
Il invatam mestesug
Si-i dam povestiri cu talc
Ca nu vrem s-ajunga pleava
Il facem om de isprava
Sa fii tu copilul meu
Sa stii ca mare-i mandria
Sa sufli-n lemn cum fac eu
Si sa-mi inveti meseria
Canta tu si pentru min
Si lasa sunetul liber
Ca sa-l auda si altii
Calator prin generatii (x2)
Sunt pui de comunist, n-am voie cu pleata
Am un singur vis, vreau s-ajung la arta
Dar ei mi-au inchis-o cu propaganda
N-au mintea rapida fiindca se… minte in-ceata
Panica majora in majoritate
Ochi si urechi pe zid, nu se poate
Ei s-au impanzit peste toate
Nu ma simt pazit, prea multa securitate
Bean MC:
Sistemul are hibe
Trebuie sa fii liber
Psihotrop:
Si toata presa minte
Nu stii cine te vinde
Bean MC:
Dar bunicul meu mi-a dat
Un instrument de suflat
Psihotrop:
Farama de libertate
Mi-a zis sa cred ca se poate
Sistemul are hibe
Trebuie sa fii liber
Si toata presa minte
Nu stii cine te vinde
Canta tu si pentru mine
Si lasa sunetul liber
Ca sa-l auda si altii
Calator prin generatii (x2)
Sunt millenial, n-ai tu
Habr cum e hype-ul
Mi-am bagat pe iTunes
Muzica de haiduci
Ca lucrez 8 ore in corporatie
Amortesc pe scaun, imi simt corpu-n ratii
Dar am salariu bun, daca facem o ecuatie
Si am pauza juma' de ora pentru meditatie
Am impresia libertatii
Stand la coada la promotii
Imi bag de toate-n traiste
Pacat ca am mintea vraiste
Doar cand sunt singur acasa
Am ochii-nchisi si nu-mi pasa
Bag casca bine-n ureche
Si ascult muzica veche
Sunt sunete sau cuvinte
Ele imi aduc aminte
Ce te face, de fapt, liber
Si-ajung sa ma reconsider
Si sa-mi dau seama, de fapt
Ce imi place, ce mi-e drag
Fie plebe sau elite
Sunetul ne face… liberi.

(translation)

Psychotropic:
But life is not easy
I'm on the run, I'm scared
I want a family
Full silence (x2)
I'm a peasant
From the hut
It's time, beautiful
Vault wine
To pamper me
I'm pulling the hat
Wheelbarrow
And blow in a stick
I take the rhythm out of the whistle
With him I stop time
Wand with holes
With which I keep up
I pray to God
I'm always happy
Of what I am
Of everything I have
That I have a full stomach
With bread and salt
It's not from bacon
The fact that I have a sun
Which rises in the morning sky
I'm free
Thank you, life!
I found a proud one in the village
Which is beautiful and sings
And he made me a lad
Strong as his father is
And we raise and love him
And we learn it as we know it
I ride a horse or a panpipe
She sings them aloud
We teach him crafts
And we give him talc stories
That we don't want the chaff to reach
We make him a man of skill
Be my child
Know that pride is great
Blow on wood like I do
And teach me the trade
Sing for me too
And leave the sound free
For others to hear
Traveler through generations (x2)
They're communist puppies, I'm not allowed to go
I have only one dream, I want to get to art
But they closed it to me with propaganda
They don't have a quick mind because they lie in the fog
Majority panic mostly
Eyes and ears on the wall, you can't
They were all over the place
I don't feel guarded, too much security
Bean MC:
The system has flaws
You have to be free
Psychotropic:
And the whole press is lying
You don't know who sells you
Bean MC:
But my grandfather gave it to me
A wind instrument
Psychotropic:
Fragment of freedom
He told me to think it was possible
The system has flaws
You have to be free
And the whole press is lying
You don't know who sells you
Sing for me too
And leave the sound free
For others to hear
Traveler through generations (x2)
I'm a millennial, you don't
Habr what the hype is
I got into iTunes
Outlaw music
That I work 8 hours in the corporation
I fall asleep in my chair, I feel my body in rations
But I have a good salary, if we make an equation
And I have a half-hour break for meditation
I have the impression of freedom
Standing in line for promotions
I put everything in my bag
Too bad I have a real mind
Only when I'm home alone
I have my eyes closed and I don't care
I put the headset on my ear
And I listen to old music
There are sounds or words
They remind me
What makes you free?
They end up reconsidering me
And let me know, actually
What I like, what I love
Whether plebeians or elites
The sound makes us free.