1. |
Latcho Drom
01:06
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2. |
Pălinca
03:07
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Pălinca, pălinca!
Pălincuţă, draga me,
Pus-am gând că nu te-oi be'
Că mă tem că oi minţi
Că tu mă vei celui.
Gura me' numa' să-ntrece,
Dar de aste-ar be' vro zece!
Gura me' de-aia-i făcută,
Să beie horincă multă!
Ia strigaţi feciori şi voi,
C-aveţi gură ca şi noi,
Ce staţi cu gura căscată,
Cu limba cât o lopată?
Decât să nu ştii juca
Mai bine nu ştii săpa,
Că la joc te vede satu',
Dar la sapă, numa’ dracu'.
Hop, hop şi iară hop,
Că pistolul nu ia foc!
Nu ştiu, cremenea nu-i bună,
Ori pistolul tău nu tună!
Vinu-i bun, pălinca-mi place,
Gazdă mare nu ti-i face.
Nici nu-i hia să mă fac,
Numa’ să trăiesc pe plac!
Caught in between the high tempo of my heart beat
Blood pressure, două pălinca shots down the fucking hatch
And the slow-motion clockwork
I need sub-zero blood to reorganize my mind!
Pălinca, pălinca!!!
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3. |
Put it on
03:29
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This is it
Now a whole generation
Jumpin’ around
Twenty years of revolution!
Just rock that bitch up!
Rock that bitch!
Rock that bitch up!
Alright, alright, alright!
The East Side story
Or a vampire diary
Red bricks factory
And communist disarray
Now bring the shit on!
Bring it on!
Bring this shit on!
Yeah!
Hear the beast straight from the East Side
Put it on!
Watch out the motherfuckin’ East Side
Turnin’ on!
Put it on!
Turnin’ on!
Now put it on!
Watch out the motherfuckin’ East Side
Turnin’ on!
We don’t need
Neither rules nor limitations
Fucking around
In all and any directions
Now bring the shit on!
Bring it on!
Bring this shit on!
Alright, alright, alright!
So here’s our story
What a freaking family
Balkan posse
Kill it like zero şapte
Just rock that bitch up!
Rock that bitch!
Rock that bitch up!
Yeah!
And every time we come up
Bumpin’ your town
We come crash it all out
And leave nothing around
MARAMUREŞ is rumbling now
Blowing up any and everyone
That stand on the ground.
Put it on!
Turnin’ on!
Now put it on!
Watch out the motherfuckin’ East Side
Turnin’ on!
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4. |
Fake
03:14
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They trashed my TV
Just right where it belonged
Now on my news feed
This shit remains so strong.
There’s madness everywhere
Why would you even care?
See, I can’t tell what is right, what is wrong?
Turn up the volume
How low are you my friend?
“Don’t think just consume!”
Is what they recommend
Just gravitate their fall
To keep them in control
And read them stories to catch them all.
Fake, fake!
Alteration, prostitution, degradation.
Recession is evolution
Everything is black or white
Sadomasochism
Blacks out the light
Blind man you see it right!
Everything is black or white
Anywhere is Hollywood now!
And it’s a wrap!
How big’s the circus?
And how long is the line?
These clowns above us
Their tricks are really fine!
Tremendous master
Unfair-complexion man
Can you take us, right back to Hell?
I’m on my news feed
Things are so amplified
Sometimes it scares me
To see how much they hide
How much they kill the truth
My advice for the youth
To see the real life
Just look outside.
Fake, fake!
Alteration, prostitution, degradation…
Recession is evolution
Everything is black or white
Sadomasochism
Blacks out the light
Deaf man, you heard it right!
Everything’s so fucking loud
So loud we cannot hear them
Telling lies!
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5. |
Nem Loptam
02:50
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Nem loptam en eletemben,
Csak egy Kokast Debrecenbe
Megis rám verték a vasat
Babám szive majd meghasadt.
Mikor mentem hazafelé
Három zsandár állott elém
Azt kérdezték mi a nevem
Hol az utazó levelem.
Megállj zsandár megmutatom
Csak a lajbim kigombolom
Elővettem revolverem
Ez az utazó levelem.
Nem loptam az eletemben,
Csak egy Kokast Debrecenbe.
Mikor mentem hazafelé
Megnyílt az ég három felé
Ragyogtak rám a csillagok
Mert tudták hogy árva vagyok.
Megállj zsandár megmutatom
Csak a lajbim kigombolom
Elővettem revolverem
Ez az utazó levelem.
Nem loptam az eletemben,
Csak egy Kokast Debrecenbe
Nem loptam en eletemben,
Csak egy Kokast Debrecenbe
Megis rám verték a vasat
Babám szive majd meghasadt.
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6. |
Hora Lentă
04:12
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Foaie verde, foi de nucă
Adă vântu’ să mă ducă
Foaie verde, lanţ de fier
Între oameni simt că pier.
Hora lentă, decadentă
Toata lumea-i dependentă
Ne-nvartim intr-o spirală
Ne consumă ca o boală.
E atâta stres și ură
Lumea e tot mai nebună
Ne-nvârtim într-o spirală
Și ne-nghite ca în smoală.
Foaie verde de pelin
Dorul vreau să mi-l alin
Foaie verde de alun
Oare eu sunt cel nebun?
Horă lentă, decadentă
Toată lumea-i dependentă
Ne-nvartim într-o spirală
Ne consumă ca o boală.
E atâta stres și ură
Lumea e tot mai nebună
Ne-nvârtim într-o spirală
Și ne-inghite ca in smoală.
Să nu mai fiu obligat să v-aud,
Să pot să am linişte pe Pământ!
Să nu mai fiu obligat să vă văd,
Să ies din horă, de tot să mă lepăd!
Să ies din horă să scap de blestem,
Să nu mai fiu angrenat în sistem!
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7. |
Killing Spree
04:35
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Too many things off my ears
Too many people sucking my feels
Sometimes I need to get out of here
But they just wanna get me stuck around.
A lot of things disappeared
My heart and my brains interfered
Sometimes I need to get out of here
I’m losing my mind, my mind!
I bought these
Nice pills
And I spill my money and my life
And my time
And my mind
They keep telling me
So I can rewind.
(To pop) One, when I wake up
Two, if I take off
Three, then I break out
For all the chit-chat
I need time and the rest of my life
It’s a dumb dummy in a killing spree.
Too few things around here
Too little time left and I fear
I need to feel the real feel
But they just want to stand on my ground.
Too many things off my ears
Too many people sucking my feels
Sometimes I need to get out of here
But they just wanna get me stuck around.
I pop one
And I wake up
And I take off
And I break out
But I…
I need time and the rest of my life
It’s a dumb dummy in a killing spree.
Pop one!
Wake up!
Take off!
Break out!
Oh, I, want, my….
One, when I wake up
Two, if I take off
Three, then I break out
For all the chit-chat.
I need time and the rest of my life
It’s a dumb dummy in a killing spree.
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8. |
Nice Song
04:00
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I don’t know if you think so
But I do not want to say
It’s come to an end
Is there no other way
If we ever have to decide.
A question without a clue
How could we make it through?
And when I feel anxious
You are so distant with me
Yet you’re by my side…
O Mărioară,
Inima în piept îmi stă să sară
Fără tine viaţa e amară
Simt că norii grei iar ma-nconjoară
Şi-mi cânt dorul, mândră dragă.
O Mărioară…
I guess you don’t want to go
For you’d have to take a decision
For you’d have to face the fact
That you just sail with no direction.
Let the wind take you somewhere
Let it fan this whole illusion
When it comes you’ll realize
We’re back in the same ol’ situation.
O Mărioară,
Inima în piept îmi stă să sară
Fără tine viaţa e amară
Simt că norii grei iar mă-nconjoară
Şi-mi cânt dorul, mândră dragă.
I don’t think you love me, it’s way more destructive
I don’t think you feel me, it’s way more abusive
If deep down in me I know I’m still attracted
There’s no way to kill me more than you ever did.
Sweet little darling, my heart is exploding
Bitter sweet darling, black clouds all around me.
Sweet little darling, my heart is exploding
Bitter sweet darling, you are an enemy for me!
You are an enemy for me!
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9. |
Starea Naţiei
04:53
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Everyone’s gonna be alright,
Everything’s going pretty easy
From above everything looks fine
Everyone seems happy…
But the shit goes down!
The sun shines and the light is bright
We feed people but they’re not really hungry
They get fat and they look alright
Chubby happy faces
‘Till their heart break out!
Snuff them out if they don’t let you do
If they don’t let you say
The shit you brag about
Scream and shout
That’s what we’re all about
And all that is left
All that comes around!
Fire them all, let them fall!
When they talk too much, make them crawl
Shut their mouth up and blindfold
Make them sing your happy song!
Make the people sing along
Let them think than nothing’s wrong
If it starts to get too strong
Change the singers, keep the song!
Cute little man
Stole from the house
Swear he didn’t do it
With the duck in his mouth.
Cute politicians
Stole from the people
Swear they didn’t do it with the mouth full of blood…
Groaznic, dansul guvernului
La noi, e-un pas înainte, doi pași înapoi.
Groaznic! Un pas înainte, doi pași înapoi!
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