Cheloo - La noi în cartier 2 dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

English (commented)

In our hood 2

They profit from the situation, bastards!

Some are better,
others are worse,
some struggle to make ends meet,
others wait for it to fall into their lap,
this is since time immemorial.

[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test

[Cheloo]
2-10, I shove my dick in it, here it comes now
2-10, *ah*

[Cheloo]
In our hood, in the future, some think
Axis mundi will pass through the Union's water closet
We the pagans responsible for recession's sake
With the hope of redemption we say YES to felony
In our hood, meaning in the periphery
Non-commencement of prosecution and divorce constitute joy
Money is electric current if you want allegory
When the ATM doesn't have a candle, it1 bounces out of warranty
In our hood, our A-grade hood,
Everybody wants to make money and leave
The square wheel goes round with bribe or cold blood
Life stands still but time goes on
In our hood, the bottle champions know that
Stupidity can't be cured with plum brandy and fiddle
The poor don't cast shade content with whatever comes by
And if you inhale deeply, it smells of fear

[Dan Gerosu]
In our hood, the sun rises for free
Like tertiary syphilis right after catharsis
Cannabis clouds give an optimistic air
'Cause we piss on the rainbow and on neo-communism
In our hood, icons don't perform miracles
And they don't laugh, and they don't cry, and they don't heed prayers
We are immune to preaching, and above passions
We keep pervese desires hidden among weaknesses
In our hood, among so many ruins
You can still find Romanians who feel Romanian
We believe in ourselves exclusively because options are zilch
And we don't take orders regardless of pressures
In our hood, with or with no connection
Kids come out of pussy from mothers without dick
Love don't equal dough, turbofolk don't equal culture
A portrait of the fighter as a young man is not a caricature

[Alan]
I hold my dick in high regard, since April '86
In a hood where they make jokes that don't catch on to masses
All roads lead to the precinct and nothing's for free
And charity means fucking yo momma
In our hood, they swear with subtle style
So I shove my dick in yo dead is just a figure of speech
I have no beef with anyone, that's why this is no diss
But I figured I'd shove my dick in yo momma as I promised you
In our hood, all of us here were wondering
Why would you need a SWAT team just to pick up one gram
Dirty money shines like epaulets in a Logan2
Mostly no one lifts a finger for you because that's the norm
On equal footing we all drink in the hood
You could say it sucks, we wouldn't want it any different
Thugs with character, from which you can learn stuff
We go to sleep on Thursday night, we wake up drunk on Monday

[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test

[Calles Calientes Rapstrolirical]
The reality of my neighborhood I think is different from yours
similar things happen *g-yeah, g-yeah*
There, heads explode as if they were pumpkins
In our neighborhood we grew between shootings
Marking skull, all pay their sentence
They want to live in peace but we are children of war
In my neighborhood I see children with possessed looks
who are full of rancor and with an empty belly
They kill you for less than a salary
This is wild Colombia, assassins' crib
My neighborhood is no exception
we live in hell but there is motivation
I am what I am because I grew up in a neighborhood
humble, dreaming, but always practiced
With anyone I fell upon but I got up
Immortal are these hot streets
fight after fight now we are stronger
Threat is not equal to death
in my neighborhood they go about breaking your forehead
Embedded in your mind

[Ombladon]
In our hood, with the boys in a lame light
They study moonshine all night long
For years I've been in school, wasted
Where Grasa de Cotnari3 was my deskmate
In our hood, it's pretty awesome
So many things can be seen here, but nothing you would frame
Biting the bullet and with a lever you can evade hunger
Here, you go to work when everyone is asleep
In our hood, between the smoke and booze
We also shove a bit of culture in our noggin
Here, we play dice when books don't help
We hold our own, we celebrate our birthdays at night
In our hood, we accentuate drama
You live in a single room but you have a 3-camera phone4
In our hood, there's no time for chit-chat
If you go to sleep stupid, when you wake up5 you'll still be stupid

[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test

[Cheloo (x3) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
I foresee that I, meaning we, ain't gonna give up

[violin by Daniel Lazăr]

1. the money
2. Dacia Logan is a car model, also used by the Romanian Police.
3. Grasa de Cotnari, literally 'The Fat of Cotnari', is a Romanian brand of wine.
4. Witty language here. In Romanian, 'camera' can also mean chamber, room.
5. Witty language here. In Romanian, it can mean either 'wake up' or 'wise up'.

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Run away, just leave me be.
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You deserve to be alone in pain
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At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
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When I was hurting, where did you stay?
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The seal of silence upon my lips
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Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips

The solitary man of the night, I am
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The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am

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The seal of silence upon my lips
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