Înoată sau Mori [English translation]

[1st Verse : Cheloo]

Grass goes well with beer, beer goes well with wine

I don't need any palaces built through agony

How can we live simply? It's complicated to say

I'll explain the same way I always did

This is the kind of pathway that disappears into the Sun

When you come across your footprints running away from the snowfall

Everything has become cheap, we will pay dearly

I'll jump off the curb head-first, startled by the wind

I feel like I've become more of an asshole and I like the way I am

I can finally admit my songs represent me

I talk about hate as if it were alive,

Don't try to breathe the air meant for me

If you got stuck in shit, swim or die

This is the advice through which you learn to fly

I can make you happilly nod your head

Make you hide, shivering with your eyes closed from under your bed

Laughing at your or laughing with you

We make you trip, picture cadavers on ice skates

Yells, screams, foaming, hate experienced intensely

Fights, lies, money, regrets that make no sense

Tears, frustration, oblivion and shortcomings,

Nights spend in front of the PC with cold vodka, Coca-Cola and chips

I went too far

And I've always won

I drank your share as well, but I left you the foam

What's a woman today? A blow-up doll with opinions

What's a beaten woman today? The whore of yesterday

Your psychology seems as simple as a felatio

When the devil grabs you by the balls and... hallelujah

I raped your mom, climbed up in a tuja

And I've finally found another bad rhyme aside from Puya

You'd say I'm fucked up? No, I'm quite well

I've burnt through six full joins since 3

I have a problem with my circulation and I don't know what I'm doing

And bad thoughts keep circulating through my head

There's days in which I notice it doesn't hurt

Humiliations don't pass and I'm stuck reminiscing

Obsessed with pride, obsessed with honor

And it's too bad mom, they made me great

• Artist:Cheloo
• Album:CelCareUrăşte