Translation of the song lyrics Fashion - Tranda

Fashion (original)

Fata mea e fashion
Super, super fashion
Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion
Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba
Milan, Paris sau Londra…
Zic sex-appeal
Şi-aici mă refer la fete cu stil
Zic «stai puţin!»
Nu forţa blugii dacă nu-ţi vin
Pentru fete slim, ceva fin, gen McQueen
Arată-mi ce nu ştiu
Fă-mă să vreau să tot revin
Vegetariană de fel
Colanţii Gucci nu pică la fel
Breton beton, ochelarii sunt treaba
Poate Cazal sau Balenciaga
Toate fufele vor F TV
Şi tratament de Saint-Tropez
Fata mea, ce şifonier ai
Hai să-ţi zic ce nu ştiai
Hainele vin bine, nu ştiu câte firme
Dar îţi stă mai bine…
Când nu le ai pe tine
Fata mea e fashion
Super, super fashion
Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion
Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba
Milan, Paris sau Londra…
Zic stil şi clasă
Fata mea, în club, mai pică sub masă
Zic ce urmează
Încă o linie şi pe urmă dansează
Pentru mine e clar, face tot ce-i necesar
Fiind că tot ce ne leagă, de fapt, nu costă niciun ban
Independentă de fel
Se dă cu mine în loc de Chanel
Zice de Kenzo, de Mango şi Prada
Ca şi cum de asta-i pasă lui Tranda
Louboutin şi Dsquared2
Cinci perechi de Jimmy Choo
Fata mea, ce şifonier ai
Hai să-ţi zic ce nu ştiai
Hainele vin bine, nu ştiu câte firme
Dar îţi stă mai bine…
Când nu le ai pe tine
Fata mea e fashion
Super, super fashion
Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion
Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba
Milan, Paris sau Londra…
Hainele vin bine, nu ştiu câte firme
Dar îţi stă mai bine…
Când nu le ai pe tine
Fata mea e fashion
Super, super fashion
Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion
Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba
Milan, Paris sau Londra…

Fashion (translation)

My girl is fashionable
Super, super fashion
All he sees and dreams of is fashion
Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about
Milan, Paris or London
I say sex appeal
And here I mean stylish girls
I say, "Wait a minute!"
Don't force your jeans if they don't fit
For slim girls, something fine, like McQueen
Show me what I don't know
Make me want to keep coming back
Vegetarian kind
Gucci tights don't fall the same way
Concrete bangs, glasses are the thing
Maybe Cazal or Balenciaga
All the bullshit will be F TV
And Saint-Tropez treatment
My daughter, what a closet you have
Let me tell you what you didn't know
Clothes come in handy, I don't know how many companies
But you feel better
When you don't have them
My girl is fashionable
Super, super fashion
All he sees and dreams of is fashion
Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about
Milan, Paris or London
I say style and class
My daughter, in the club, still falls under the table
I say what's next
One more line and then dance
It's clear to me, do whatever it takes
Because everything that binds us, in fact, costs no money
Independent of sorts
He's with me instead of Chanel
He's talking about Kenzo, Mango and Prada
As if that's what Tranda cares about
Louboutin and Dsquared2
Five pairs of Jimmy Choo
My daughter, what a closet you have
Let me tell you what you didn't know
Clothes come in handy, I don't know how many companies
But you feel better
When you don't have them
My girl is fashionable
Super, super fashion
All he sees and dreams of is fashion
Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about
Milan, Paris or London
Clothes come in handy, I don't know how many companies
But you feel better
When you don't have them
My girl is fashionable
Super, super fashion
All he sees and dreams of is fashion
Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about
Milan, Paris or London