Guess Who — 03-07-2006 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "03-07-2006" by Guess Who.
Lyrics
7, martie, 2006 ora 1:50
O zi moarta in care astept zicand: «Hai fa treci»
Zeci de tigari stinse in scrumiera
Tu’ntregesti, un perete ars
Sunt 3 lucruri care te fac doar sa te gandesti
Ma gandesc la faptul ca n’am bani si mor
Pe faptul de cacat, ca eu sunt printre fanii banilor
Ma gandesc ca firea mea de muncitor inca mai spera
La o viata lejera aici nu dupa frontiera
Ma gandesc ca nu credeam ca poti sa ai noroc cu caru'
Cum nu credeam ca o sa fim condusi de Popeye Marinaru'
Ma gandesc la muzica si’ncep s’apara premonitii
O sa faci cacatu' praf
Ma gandesc la fosta iubita
Si cand zic iubita inseamna c’am iubit’o
Stii ca niciodata n’o sa scapi de ce ti’e frica
Ma gandesc ca maine’i doar o zi tampita
O zi cand clar curvele legal profita
Ma gandesc ca’s odihnit c’am tot timpu ca dorm pe mine
Ma gandesc ca un joint la timpu lui te intretine
Ma gandesc ca nu’nteleg senzatia acestui trip
Deci asculta aceasta piesa cand esti foarte plictisit
E plictiseala
E doar o stare generala…
E plictiseala, nu conteaza ca e zi sau seara
Sigur se transforma’n boala, si’asta ma’nfioara
Ma gandesc ca nu credeam ca pot s’ajungI l’asa nivel
C’am trecut pana’n prezent, prin viata ca’ntrun carusel
Am trecut de la incendiat, licee adica, hoituri
La incendiat in incita scolii jointuri
Am trecut de la tigara, la pipa, de la pipa la sticla, repede
Exact, cand ma opresc din ras si mor de frica, cica
Eu credeam ca femeia’i timida
Cand ea se uita’ntai in buzunar, dupa vreo caramida
Pizdele, de unde mortii lor si’au luat atat elan, vere
Cu ochii dupa bani, vin cu rucsacu' dupa ele
Viseaza nopti rebele in hoteluri de 5 stele
Cand la noi e numai caterinca’n portofele
E numai muzica’n visele mele pierdut prin ele
Pun ajutoru' in tigari pe creier sa ma spele
Deci cele mai grele cuvinte ramase’n cap
Altii fac bani… tu faci ce?
Hip hop hip hoop
E plictiseala
E doar o stare generala…
E plictiseala, nu conteaza ca e zi sau seara
Sigur se transforma’n boala, si’asta ma’nfioara
Lyrics translation
7, March, 2006 1:50 a.m.
A dead day waiting to say, " Come on, pass.»
Dozens of cigarettes put out in the ashtray
You're all, a burned wall
There are 3 things that just make you think
I think about the fact that I have money and die
On the fact of shit, that I am among the fans of money
I think my hardworking nature still hopes
To a relaxed life here not beyond the border
I think I didn't think you could get lucky with the wagon.
How I didn't think we'd be led by sailor Popeye
I think of music and ' start defending premonitions
You're gonna fuck this shit up.
I'm thinking about my ex-girlfriend.
And when I say girlfriend it means I loved her
You know you'll never get away from what you're afraid of
I think tomorrow's just a stupid day
A day when clear whores legally take advantage
I think I'm rested because I have all the time that I sleep on myself
I think that a joint at his time keeps you going
I think I don't understand the feeling of this trip.
So listen to this song when you're really bored
It's boredom
It's just a general condition…
It's boredom, it doesn't matter whether it's day or night
I'm sure it's turning into a disease, and that makes me sick.
I'm thinking I didn't think I could get you to that level.
That I have gone through life like a merry-go-round
I've gone from torched, high school I mean, hoodlums
Torched him in incite the school joints
I went from cigarette to pipe, from pipe to bottle, quickly
Exactly, when I stop laughing and die of fear, it says
I thought the woman was shy.
When she looked first in her pocket, after a brick
Pussies, where their dead got so much momentum, cuz
With my eyes on the money, I come with my backpack after them
Dream rebellious nights in 5 star hotels
When we have only caterinca ' in wallets
It's only music ' n my dreams lost through them
I put help in cigarettes on my brain to wash me
So the hardest words left in my head
Others make money ... you do what?
Hip hop hip hoop
It's boredom
It's just a general condition…
It's boredom, it doesn't matter whether it's day or night
I'm sure it turns into a disease, and that's what makes me sick.