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Hainele mele

Miss Mary :
 
Sarac sau bogat
Putini sunt oameni intre oameni
Bordei sau palat
Acelasi sange, alte haine 2x
 
Dar numai tu stii mama
Ce-armura port eu pe sub piele
Cand drumul e greu mama
Devin o fiara-ntre stele
Dar numai tu stii mama
Ce om ascund hainele mele
Cand drumul e greu mama
Las lumea sa traga de ele
 
F.Charm :
 
Ca ai Ferrari sau Logan respiri acelasi aer
Ca n-ai un leu in buzunar asta nu te face fraier
Ca porti aceeasi toala cat e ziua de lunga
Ca ai bratari de aur si pantaloni la dunga
Egali din nastere, pleaca-n cunoastere
Unii cu buna crestere –si asuma faptele
La urma urmei e un circ de animale
Unii-s pradatori, altii victime reale
Acelasi sange sub alte haine
Cu alte ganduri parsive-n taine
Si nu te crede niciodata mai mult decat esti
Ca-ai sa te pierzi in ochii lumii in care traiesti
Nu sunt vreo usa de biserica, dar cred in ea
C-am gasit linistea mea cand crucea mi-era mai grea
Imi dau singur haina jos, tu dezbraca-ma de piele
Sa vezi omul rau vorbit de gurile rele
 
Miss Mary :
 
Sarac sau bogat
Putini sunt oameni intre oameni
Bordei sau palat
Acelasi sange, alte haine 2x
 
Dar numai tu stii mama
Ce-armura port eu pe sub piele
Cand drumul e greu mama
Devin o fiara-ntre stele
Dar numai tu stii mama
Ce om ascund hainele mele
Cand drumul e greu mama
Las lumea sa traga de ele
 
F.Charm:
 
Mi-au crescut ochi la spate traiesc in Romania
Unde omu-i lup cu oamenii sa-si apere felia
Dar nu–s de condamnat ca viata-i face hoti
Ca se condamna singuri in dube pe 4 roti
Mai aud pe cate unu, eu n-am pret, eu nu ma vand
Mai bine taci toti suntem doar o apa si-un pamant
Se-ascund pe sub pleoape cu ochi ce-ar face rau
C-asa e omu slab de inger , l-ar vinde pe Dumnezeu
Hainele ne schimba fata ne pun eticheta
Tot ele atrag zdrente de lux in spate pe bancheta
E clar ca esti sarac lipit cand mergi pe bicicleta
Si-a devenit o rusine sa bei apa de la chiuveta
Caracterul omului se vede de la distanta
E mierea lui Dumnezeu cand se simte-n siguranta
Cat despre mine sunt aici oaia neagra din multime
Dezbraca-te de caracter sa ma cunosti mai bine
 
Miss Mary :
 
Sarac sau bogat
Putini sunt oameni intre oameni
Bordei sau palat
Acelasi sange, alte haine 2x
 
Dar numai tu stii mama
Ce-armura port eu pe sub piele
Cand drumul e greu mama
Devin o fiara-ntre stele
Dar numai tu stii mama
Ce om ascund hainele mele
Cand drumul e greu mama
Las lumea sa traga de ele
 
Tradução

My clothes

Miss Mary:
 
Poor or rich
Few are people among people
Cottage or palace
The same blood, different clothes
 
But only you know, mama
What armor I wear under my skin
When the way is hard, mama
I become a beast among the stars
But only you know, mama
What person my clothes hide
When the way is hard, mama
Leave the world to pull them off
 
F.Charm:
 
Whether you have a Ferrari or a Logan, you breathe the same air
Having not even one cent in your pocket doesn't make you a fool
Because you wear the same clothes, as much as the day is long
Because you have gold bracelets and striped pants
Equal from birth, leave in knowledge
Some grow up well--and assume the facts
After all, it's a circus of animals
Some are predators, others are real victims
The some blood under different clothes
With other secret nasty thoughts
And don't ever think of yourself as more than you truly are
Because you'll become less in the eyes of the world in which you live
I'm not like the church door, but I believe in it
Because I found my peace when my cross was heavier
I take my coat off alone, you undress me of my skin
To see the bad person spoken of by bad mouths
 
Miss Mary:
 
Poor or rich
Few are people among people
Cottage or palace
The same blood, different clothes
 
But only you know, mama
What armor I wear under my skin
When the way is hard, mama
I become a beast among the stars
But only you know, mama
What person my clothes hide
When the way is hard, mama
Leave the world to pull them off
 
F.Charm:
 
I grew eyes in my back, I live in Romania
Where man is wolf with people to defend their slice
But it's not their fault that life made them theives
That they blame themselves alone in vans with 4 wheels
I hear another one, I don't have a price, I'm not selling myself
It's better to stay quiet, we are all only a water and an earth
They hide under their eyelids with eyes which would do bad
Because this is how a weak-kneed man is, he would sell them to God
Clothes change our faces, our faces label us
They attract luxury rags in the back, on the back seat
It's clear that you are poor, stuck when you ride your bicycle
And it became a shame to drink water from the tap
The character of man can be seen from a distance
It's God's honey when people feel safe
As for me, I am here, black sheep in the crowd
Undress yourself of your character so that you can know me better
 
Miss Mary:
 
Poor or rich
Few are people among people
Cottage or palace
The same blood, different clothes
 
But only you know, mama
What armor I wear under my skin
When the way is hard, mama
I become a beast among the stars
But only you know, mama
What person my clothes hide
When the way is hard, mama
Leave the world to pull them off
 
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Radu RobertRadu Robert    Domingo, 25/02/2018 - 18:11

From all my heart friend, ..you really deserve it ..your text interpretation is priceless ..and i just now seen on your profile you're native English and studied Romanian so once again congrats and keep it up1! And if ever need help just pm ... i'll gladly help you ..