Praf Lyrics – Puya
Singer: Puya
Title: Praf
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea, dac-asta ni s-a predat!
[Alex Velea]:
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Prima data, m-am imbatat la biserica!
La botezul meu mama era isterica
Inainte sa ma bage in cristelnica
Popa mi-a dat vin bun, de la pivnita
Pe-afara, manele si populara
Batranii pe macheala, seara de seara
Ca un elev silitor la scoala
Deja eram beat mort, inca de prin generala!
In timp ce mama urmarea Sclava Izaura
Beam pana ma-nvarteam cu camera Finlandia
Venea alocatia, ce-avea distractia
Ma amatea mai rau ca teorema lu’ Pitagora!
Aveam sticle multe, n-aveam gantere
N-aveam musti si burta de a halbere
Fie ca esti condus sau din conducere
Spritul, stii ca dezleaga toate limbile!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea, dac-asta ni s-a predat!
[Alex Velea]:
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Strofa a II-a [Alex Velea]:
Multe grade in pahar si din fier ne facem lemn
Shot dupa shot, intra ca un shuriken
Nu ne pasa ce zic altii, nu ne pasa de sistem!
N-am nici o pasa proasta si nu o dau in bara
Imi place depravarea, zi de zi, seara de seara!
Ma opresc in club, ca trenu’ in gara
Si-l astept pe chelner, ca pe-o zi de vara!
Whisky, vodka, gin, campari orange
In seara asta jur ca am, cel mai tare anturaj
Ca Sinatra, ori gangsta, atitudine noua
Si pe unde merg, rup cluburile-n doua!
Amuzant, gen voua, da’ se ingroasa gluma
Atmosfera e perfecta, ca ma stiu cu toata lumea
Si lumea se distreaza, o arde fratziweari
Baieti fini sau balani, sau recuperatori!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea dac-asta ni s-a predat!
Sa fiu grav, grav, grav
N-am ce sa fac, tot bag!
Cand sunt in club, sunt praf!
Nu e vina mea, dac-asta ni s-a predat!
[Alex Velea]:
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Mainile-n aer, mainile-n aer
Mainile-n aer, ca la un jaf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
Toata lumea-i praf, praf, praf!
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Praf – English Translation
To be serious, serious, serious
I have nothing to do, I still go!
When I’m in the club, I’m dusty!
It’s not my fault if this was surrendered to us!
To be serious, serious, serious
I have nothing to do, I still go!
When I’m in the club, I’m dusty!
It’s not my fault, if this was surrendered!
[Alex Velea]:
The hands in the air, the hands in the air
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
The hands in the air, the hands in the air
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
For the first time, I got drunk at the church!
At my baptism my mother was hysterical
Before I put me in the Cristelnica
Popa gave me good wine, from the cellar
On the outside, manele and popular
The elders on the Macheala, the evening in the evening
As a forced student at school
I was already drunk dead, since the general!
While the mother followed the slave Izauau
I was drinking until I waved with the Finland room
The allowance was coming, what had the fun
I was worse than the Pythagoras theorem!
I had a lot of bottles, I had no dumbbells
I had no mustache and belly to pint
Whether you are driven or driving
Sprit, you know that all languages are unraveling!
To be serious, serious, serious
I have nothing to do, I still go!
When I’m in the club, I’m dusty!
It’s not my fault if this was surrendered to us!
To be serious, serious, serious
I have nothing to do, I still go!
When I’m in the club, I’m dusty!
It’s not my fault, if this was surrendered!
[Alex Velea]:
The hands in the air, the hands in the air
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
The hands in the air, the hands in the air
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Strofa II [Alex Velea]:
Many degrees in the glass and from iron we make wood
Shot after Shot, Enter like a Shuriken
We do not care what others say, we do not care about the system!
I have no stupid pass and I don’t give it in the bar
I like depravity, day by day, evening!
I stop in the club, as a train in the train station
And I wait for the waiter, like a summer day!
Whiskey, vodka, gin, campari orange
Tonight I swear I have, the hottest entourage
Like Sinatra, or Gangsta, new attitude
And where I go, I break the clubs in two!
Funny, like you, yes’ thickens the joke thickens
The atmosphere is perfect, as I know with everyone
And the world is having fun, it burns it bratziwear
Fini or Banani boys, or recoverers!
To be serious, serious, serious
I have nothing to do, I still go!
When I’m in the club, I’m dusty!
It’s not my fault if this was surrendered to us!
To be serious, serious, serious
I have nothing to do, I still go!
When I’m in the club, I’m dusty!
It’s not my fault, if this was surrendered!
[Alex Velea]:
The hands in the air, the hands in the air
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
The hands in the air, the hands in the air
Hands in the air, like a robbery!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
Everyone is dust, dust, dust!
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Lyrics Puya – Praf
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