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[Alberto]

Justin Timberlake - Sexy back


I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other boys they don't know how to act
I think it's special... what's behind your back
So turn around and and I'll pick up the slack
-Bridge-
Dirty Babe
You see these shackles baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
( take it to the chorus)

-Refren-
Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it
VIP, drinks on me
Lemme see what you're twerking with
Look at those hips
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your sexy on

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Girl let me make up for all the things you lack
Because you're burning up I got to get it fast

(Take it to the bridge)
( take it to the chorus)

I'm bringin' sexy back
you mother fuckers watch how I attack
If that's your girl, baby watch your back
Cuz you're burnïng up for me and that's a fact

[luma]

UMBRA
N Alifantis/A Paunescu

1.E umbra aceasta pe care
O semeni în sufletul meu
Cu mila si trista mirare
Voi duce-o cu mine mereu.

Si-apoi într-o zi oarecare
In care-mi vafi cel mai greu
Voi pune-o în vechi calendare
Duminica trupului meu.

R: Fiori prin mine umbla si nu am trebuinta
Te rog pe tine umbra sa redevi fiinta.

2.Flamând de iubirea întreaga
Pe vremi cu amurg mohorât
Când zorile noaptea-si dezleaga
Ma satur c-o umbra si-atât.
Si sufletul meu te mai roaga
Magnetic catarg doborât
Tu umbra tacuta si draga
Aseaza-ti fularul la gât.

3.O umbra se-nchide în mine
O umbra prin mine trecu
E atâta de rau ca e bine
E atâta de mult daca e nu.
Bacovia-si iese din sine
Si râde în \"a\" si în \"u\"
O umbra în viata ma tine
Si umbra aceea esti tu.
Imi plac la nebunie iar muzica...greu de comparat.

[LUCKY_AMARU]

Izy, izy, 92i rho

Viens pas mettre le nez dans mes affaires
Mon rap prend de la protéine, soulève v'là les haltères
Je fais des dons d'urine pour que la France entière se déshaltère
L'Afrique c'est la terre, alors santé je déblatère
Portuaire est l'arrivage, le paysage est mortuaire
En banlieue, Mesdames, Messieurs, on fait dans la came et l'sports-wear
On met du blik au marché malik, me clique sur Internet
Ce son c'est ma manière de dire d'aller niquer ta mère
Des Mcs en millions d'pixels, le soir sur XXL
T'es assis négro, ça va du 4X au 6XL
Tu voudrais nous chier d'sus, dev'nir officiel
Tes grosses merdes se coupent en 2, essaye sans ton string ficelle

{Refrain:}
Tu peux pas rivaliser, on va te dévaliser
Te déraciner, te décalciner
Tu peux pas rivaliser, on va te dévaliser, man
Te déraciner, te décalciner

Ok, un bon join du 92, d'jà qu'ma libido est brusquée
J'compose un numéro, glisse entre une paire de cuisses musclées
Ici on est tranquile, loin de tout parasite
Baby, donne moi la bise puis suce moi la bite
Ok je suis vulgaire, les bourges en chopent des ulcères
Quand ils écoutent ce qui sort d'ma bouche, c'est le son dangereux du ter-ter
Sono à fond, intérieur cuir noir, boîte sécancielle
Pour écrire il m'faut du (?), la drogue m'est essentielle
On est v'nu cracher notre haine, fuck la SDRM
Hauts-de-Seine ça vend du seum car c'est le cash qu'elles aiment
J'étais là bien avant Break street
Sans limites comme dans GTA, j'représente la banlieue comme un grec-frites
Du (du) biff, rien n'change à part mon bling bling
Opé j'suis dans l'coin VIP, du poing VIP
J'pose en Unkut sur les coups, claque la 92
C'est pour les loups, les louves, les oufs et les youv'

{au Refrain}

Ok, Ok, fumer mes confrères, je n'ai que ça à faire
Les humilier, balayer, ravager, tabasser, voyager en classe affaire
Toute l'équipe à Sarko, j'la ferais bien tapiner
Au micro j'suis un des négros les plus raffiné
J'fais du son à la Kurt Cobain, son à fond dans la Merco-Benz
Pour toi c'est fini d'mande à Yékini, j'te, j'te, j'te baise
Les clochards vendent des copies de mon nouvel opus
Prennent le bus pour aller sucer, au marché aux puces
C'est pour les enfants terribles qui ne font aucun effort
Au parcours comme une queue d'négro : long et pénible
Que le prochain fils de lâche qui veut me clash viennent me le dire en face
B.2O.B-Arme, drogue et cash, personne ne le remplace
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ptr cine stye franceza BOOBA-Le duc de Boulogne

[r0bby]

Eminem
Lose yourself

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mïnd to, man

[luma]

CE BINE CA ESTI
N Alifantist/N Stanescu

"E o întîmplare a fiintei mele
si atunci fericirea dinlăuntrul meu
e mai puternică decît mine,
decît oasele mele
pe care mi le scrîsnesti într-o îmbrătisare
mereu dureroasă, minunată mereu.
Să stăm de vorbă, să vorbim, să spunem cuvinte
lungi, sticloase, ca niste dălti ce despart
fluviul rece în delta fierbinte,
ziua de noapte, bazaltul de bazalt.
Du-mă, fericire, în sus, si izbeste-mi
tîmpla de stele, pînă cînd
lumea mea prelungă si în nesfîrsire
se face coloană sau altceva
mult mai înalt si mult mai curînd.
Ce bine că esti, ce mirare că sînt!
Două cîntece diferite, lovindu-se amestecîndu-se,
două culori ce nu s-au văzut niciodată,
una foarte jos, întoarsă spre pămînt,
una foarte sus, aproape ruptă
În înfrigurata, neasemuita luptă
a minunii că esti, a-ntîmplării că sînt."

Si asta ascult acum...

[Kainsashiki]

Versuri "Ada Milea - Grasa"

Vai hi ca-s tare grasa
Tulai HI ca-s tare grasa
Si slanina ma apasa,
Ioai

Am venit de la spital
Sotu' o luat un cal
Cu copita m-o lovit,
I-amu m-o nenorocit.

Amu-s grasa si schiloada,
Amu-s grasa si schiloada
Fug vecinii sa ma vada,
D-aia nu mai ies ?n strada.

Da cin' te-o pus sa te ?ngrasi,
Da cin' te-o pus sa te ?ngrasi
I-amu ni sa te dezgrasi,
I-amu ni sa te dezgrasi.
Pai da cin' m-o pus sa ma ?ngrasi,
Pai da cin' m-o pus sa ma ?ngrasi
I-amu ni sa ma dezgrasi,
I-amu ni sa ma dezgrasï.


faraaaaa numarrrrr pentru cine se simteeee haus

[noir_desir]

Noir Désir - Bouquet de nerfs

Journée de la pleine lune
Au sommet de la dune
A caresser de loin ton chien

T'oublies or not t'oublies
Les ombres d'opalines
au rendez-vous suivant, j'attends
Au fond d'une autre limousine
Qui ne vaut pas plus cher
Que ce bouquet de nerfs

A frôler la calanche
Les étendues salines
A perte de vue on s'imagine en Chine

Trompe la mort et tais-toi
Trois petits tours et puis s'en va
J'opère tes amygdales
Labyrinthiques, que dalle
Ne m'est plus rien égal
Je sais je n'ai offert que des bouquets de nerfs

Rubis de Sade et jade, déjà je dis non
Diamant, c'est éternel
Des fleurs, des bouts du ciel immense

La liste des parfums capiteux
Capitalistes c'est bien bien
Mais olfacultatif
Liste en boule, au panier
Finalement j'ai offert quelques bouquets de nerfs

Agendas donnez-moi
De vos dates à damner
Tous les bouddhas du monde
Et la Guadalupe

S'il arrive qu'un anglais
Vienne me visiter
Dans la métempsychose
Je saurai recevoir je peux lui en faire voir de la sérénité
Et même lui laisser un certain goût de fer
Et ce bouquet de nerfs

[r0bby]

50cent-If i can't

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea


[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action,
he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "What happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sitting on LOW PROS
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a rap"

(It's a rap, nigga)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make ït hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

[r0bby]

John Cena ft Trademarc-My time is now:rock:


GrrrrrrrrrrRapodo


Your Time Is Up
My Time Is Now (now)
You Can't See Me
My Time Is Now (now)

It's The Franchise
Where I'm Shinning Now (now)
You Can't See Me
My time Is Now (now)

In case you forgot I fell of I'm still hot knock your shell of
My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off
The franchise, doin’ big bid’ ness, I live this
It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished
A soldier, and I stay under you fightin’
Plus I'm stormin’ on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning
Ain't no way you breakin’ me kid, I'm harder than nails
Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail
I'm slaughterin’ stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin’
they could run with my division but they gone fishin’ -
- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight
I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate
In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot
you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater
If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan
Lay ya ass DOWN for the three second TAN


[Chorus]


[Tha Trademarc]

Yeah, uhh, it's goin' be what it's goin' be!
Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T
Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step
A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so
And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though
Aimin’ guns in all your photos, that's a no-no
When this pop, you'll lip lock, your big talk's a blatant no-show
See what happens when the ice age melt
You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps
I rock a timepiece by Benny if any
The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me
A man's measured by the way that he thinks
Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks
I spent 20 plus years seekin’ knowledge of self
So for now Marc Predka's livin lïve for wealth


[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Lavinia]

O mel mai veche da q versuri kre imi plac f mult
"Veritasaga feat Dj Nemo - Ucigasul perfect"

[Jhivago]
Timpul e ucigasul perfect,
Omoara tot, omoara toate sentimentele care ne-au zdruncinat vreodata,
Omoara ura, omoara iubirea.
Nimic nu mai ramane…
De parca nu ne mai vrea Universul.
Timpul imi sterge amintirea, imi sterge simtul, imi sterge versul,
Imi schimba chipul, vietii fura sensul, risipeste stresul
Se ia de noi toti
Si-n urma lui nu mai raman nici chei, nici porti
Iar tu te porti de parc-o sa fii mereu aici.
Te-asezi atunci cand ar trebui sa te ridici,
Taci atunci cand ar trebui sa zici
Si-ataci… oameni care te iubesc crezand ca vor sa te faca sa zaci.
E-un joc nebunesc in care ca si ceilalti te prefaci ca e totul OK
Si-alaturi de ei distrugi lucrurile care ne unesc
Si nu reusesc
Sa-mi amintesc chipul bunicului meu, si-mi pare rau
Dar asta nu este unicul meu…regret
Caci timpul e ucigasul perfect,
Ne omoara putin cu fiecare gura de aer trasa in piept.
Ne face sa uitam cine am fost,
Ii face pe altii sa uite ca am fost,
E ultimul martor, imi stie viata pe de rost,
Dar in final lumea o sa vrea sa uite de noi si de ea
Si-atunci pacea va veni ca sa stea.

Ref x 1
[Jhivago]
De parca nu ma mai vrea Universul.
Timpul imi sterge amintirea, imi sterge simtul, imi sterge versul,
Imi schimba chipul, vietii fura sensul,
Imi urmeaza pasii, imi imita mersul

Scratchuri (It-s gone till it’s )

De parca nu ma mai vrea Universul.
Timpul imi sterge amintirea, imi sterge simtul, imi sterge versul.

[Praetor]
Spune-mi de ce pierdem? De ce ne vindem?
De ce luptam in tandem cu ceva invizibil?
Simt cum sub piele ceva ma arde,
Poate parte a nu avea sens in cursul vietii

Dar exista mereu unul mai bun,
Unul care are mai mult,
Unul care-l ascult in timp ce… pe langa mine trece
Mult prea rapid, aproape ca vantul,
Cu timpul omul a creat cuvantul.
De atunci, orice incercare e sortita a fi si ea nereusita
Si vad o viata platita, o penita tocita, obosita
Sa astearna pe foi gandurile celui ce ezita
O mita data, in loc de suflet o pata,
O tumoare ce se extinde, un om ce se prinde
In itele unei viei mizere,
Un imens Univers intre doua emisfere ale unui creier,
Un creier ce canta in noapte si aud soapte.
Simt o moarte dand tarcolae celor ce au trait pentru a le crea
Si ce carte scrie ca ni-i poate lua?
Oare ni-i poate fura?
Oricum observ ca-n centru ??? ni-i schimba
In unele momente timpul ma plimba prin locuri
Cu nume ce imi stau pe limba, dar nu le pot pronunta
Si-mi asum doar rolul, doar fumul, subsolul unei vieti prea normale
Doar visuri de glorie ingropate,
Doar urmari sacrale pe un drum pierdut, lipsit de scut in batai mortale
Acum privind in gandurile tale
Vad ca timpul te separa de lumea ta infecta si lumea de afara,
De cel ce esti si cel de-odinioara,
Un singur calator dintr-o gara, parasita, lipsita de miscare.
Deasupra soarele a disparut, nu ti se pare
Ca acum lumea e doar in ganduri muritoare?

Ref
[Jhivago]
De parca (de parca, de parca) nu ma mai vrea Universul.
Timpul imi sterge amintirea, imi sterge simtul, imi sterge versul,
Imi schimba chipul, vietii fura sensul,
Imi urmeaza pasii, imi imita mersul.

[Dudubetwin]

Mihai Margineanu - Jeana


Jeana era croitoreasă
Jan frizeru' o iubea
Şi-a murit tuberculoasă
Jan frizerul o jelea

Nu mai plânge Jane
Plânsul e de formă
Jeana nu e moartă
Jeana să transformă

Şi când a fost la înmormântare
Plângea şi ultimu' calic
Şi când Jănel mai puse o floare
Doamne plângea şi caii dă la dric

Nu mai plânge Jane
Plânsul e de formă
Jeana nu e moartă
Jeana se transformă

Colo-n deal la croitorie
Stătea cearceafuri la uscat
Curgea bacilii de fizie
Curgea încet treptat treptat

Nu mai plânge Jane
Plânsul e de formă
Jeana nu e moartă
Jeana se transformă

Stă paduchii întinţi la soare
Stă paduchii câte doi
Păi cum stăteau odinioară
Jan şi Jeana amandoi.

Nu maï plânge Jane
Plânsul e de formă
Jeana nu e moartă
Jeana se transformă.

[Moshu]

mamah dudule de nu m-am saturat de melodia asta..o baga aia reclama in 69(troleu) la fiecare 3 minute


Blue October - Hate Me

(Verse 1)
I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face
And will you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted space

(Chorus)
Hate me today.
Hate me tomorrow.
Hate me for all the things i didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

(Verse 2)
I'm sober now for 3 whole months, it's one accomplishment that you helped me with.
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again.
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate.
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

(Chorus)
Hate me today.
Hate me tomorrow.
Hate me for all the things i didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

(Verse 3)
And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I have made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make her smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

(Chorus)
Hate me today.
Hate me tomorrow.
Hate me for all the things i didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

[Lavinia]

Faithless - Insomnia

Yeah I only smoke weed when I need to
And I need to get some rest where's the sex
I confess I burned a hole in the mattress
yes yes it was me I plead guilty
And at the count of three I pull back the duvet
Make my way to the refrigerator
One dry potata inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam
When the light above my head went BAM (bam bam)
I can't sleep, something's all over me greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream about
Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin' off tights with my teeth
But there's no relief, I'm wide awake
In my kitchen, it's black and I'm lonely
Oh if I could only get some sleep
Creaky noises make my skin creep
I need to get some sleep
I can't get no sleep

[luma]

Emotie de toamnă
N. Stanescu

A venit toamna, acopera-mi inima cu ceva,
cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine cu umbra ta.

Mă tem că n-am să te mai văd, uneori,
că or să-mi crească aripi ascutite până la nori,
că ai să te ascunzi într-un ochi străin,
si el o să se-nchidă cu o frunză de pelin.

Si-atunci mă apropii de pietre si tac,
iau cuvintele si le-nec în mare.
Suier luna si o răsar si o prefac
într-o dragoste mare.

[pinki]

ce-mi place mie poezia asta a lui stanescu!!! luma

[Lavinia]

Soprano - la colombe

Hey... les gars,
J’voudrais juste poser un texte...
Même si y’a pas d’thème, lâcher les mots d’ma tête...
Parce que dans ma tête c’est confus...
Je veux juste être libre...

Qui sait vraiment ce qu’il y’a dans ma tête ?
A part Allah et mon crew,
La cotion plein d’Rap et qu’au quartier j’n’ais plus de mère ou décours,
Tous ces problèmes qui me poussent à prendre le large,
Pour oublier sur scène, me pousse à faire le barge, déguin.
Pourtant y’a autant de monde qu’à Pékin qui disent connaître ma vie, et même pouvoir en faire un bouquin,
Ces cons, qu’savent pas, noyent qu’il y a dans mes songes,
Des tas de mensonges, me faire croire qu’le monde est aux anges,
Nous montrer des singes, c’est leur job,
Ca leur plait des safaris en Afrique et des putains d’jeeps,
Ils y voient des morts mais pas d’minutes de silence,
On est où ? Dans les avions dans l’coeur, et c’est les reccords d’audience,
J’parle, je contribue à leur richesse,
Tu crois qu’la caille de mes Air Max, dans quel ventre ? Ca créer d’la graisse.
Pas dans celui d’ma mère en tout cas,
J’me perds, rien qu’les fiches hallal du MacDo et du poulet dans l’coca,
Regarde, comment j’confonds le hallal et le hallam
Même pire des fois, j’crois qu’le hallal c’est le hallam,
Voilà pourquoi, j’emmerde ceux qui m’ont mis ce dilemme,
Rouler en BM ou laisser maman aux HLM,
Si c’est ça être la rue, ben j’vous emmerde tous,
Chez moi ils boivent la tasse faut qu’je fasse et tu vois pour qu’ils s’en sortent tous !
Faut qu’j’oublie ces putains d’fantasmes, faut qu’j’oublie ces poupées gonflables, qui peuvent m’avoir des crises d’asme,
Car on est tous faibles devant des fesses,
On le sait mais au fond sans cesse dans la fausse et on fesse,
Confessé devant tant de péchés,
Quand la vie est un gros poisson d’avril qu’on ne fait qu’pêcher.
Sécher, ses larmes à coté d’une flamme,
D’un briquet ou noyer ses larmes dans l’alcool quand le sourire d’la peine est d’être en paix gaie,
Tout ça frère ça mène à l’hosto,
La réalité puis l’ouragan et ses pompons pour qu’on devienne costaud,
Pose ton shit, compose ton île de freros,
Oublie le 7777 et leurs triples héros,
Amène la caille à la zon, évite la zonz,
Fais toi une gonze, un gosse, sur nos plages bronze !

Refrain :
Être libre comme la colombe, des colons j’me délivre vu qu’ils ne livrent rien de mes livres,
Rien à foutre de leur sapins et d’leurs feux d’artifices,
Me ratent des coups d’feux, sous leurs putains d’artifices !

Les colombes, ne savent pas la chance qu’elles ont,
Se laisser aller au vent, s’adapter aux saisons,
Souvent, leur amplure de vautour qui plannent sur nos têtes,
Pour qu’on reste des pigeons au milieu de ceux qui salvent la mouette,
Ceux qui font les lois pour qu’les poulets pipent les dés,
J’rêve de Saint’s Guiving, quand je vois c’est dingue l’idée,
Faire le Slimani, le monde va croire que ca vient des rhallal,
Donc Justin Bridou devient vite un ami !
Leur coq, est sportif grâce au foot,
Il y’a trop d’guignols demande à Yves Lecoq,
Foutre, le président devant l’juge,
C’est demandé à Bové d’venir bouffer dans un American Fast Food !
Trop purgent des années d’souffrances à la place d’enfoirés
Qui peuvent se payer l’monde, dès qu’leur ongle est cassé,
Ou demandent pas d’les plaindre quand il pleut des avions sur leur brousse,
J’rappe pour chaque pièce, censées être dans leur shoes finissent dans ma bouche,
Fini les coups d’fouets sur le dos, qu’ce soit physique ou psychique,
Maintenant j’fais le beau sur mon physique et mon psychique.
Du haut multinationale qu’c’est en BM, mon adresse, est chaque apparte des HLM.
Sur mon visage les rides d’la patience dessinent l’attente j’suis l’disciple,
Où sont mes projets qu’les nuages dissipent !
Voilà pourquoi j’en chie ma race !
Voilà pourquoi ces enfoirés viendront m’faire la hass !
Parceque j’suis un homme pas dans les normes,
Un homme qui porte du lourd entre les jambes,
Qui pose secour sur métroland,
Mes mômes tu demandes Dieu montre notre foi énorme et mole
A chaque fois qu’il nous montre le monde du monde qu’il donne !
Avec l’espoir de s’faire rembourser, voilà pourquoi l’Afrique est endettée,
Alors laisse moi chausser, les pantoufles de c’beau pays,
Comment ment Jean-Marie ? Faudra bien un jour nous payer !
C’est la merde et les chiottes sont chez la maison d’caillasse,
Son paillasson du bonheur beaucoup attendent avec un schlass comme Richard Juin à l’antenne,
Est-ce un assassin ? Une victime qu’on a en terre ?
Victime d’un malaise comme une peine aux premiers tours,
Commis sur nos têtes des corps, parcequ’on est des habitants des tours,
Faut l’dire à tout l’monde, dans nos têtes c’est l’bordel,
On veut juste être libre.

Refrain :

C’est ça... merde... on avance à l’instinct... juste pour être libre...
C’est c’qu’il y a dans ma tête, c’est ça... avoir des ailes...
Rejoindre les cieux comme la colombe... être libre...

[luma]

ce-mi place mie poezia asta a lui stanescu!!! luma

Imi place foarte tare! Doar vecinii mei mai ar avea ceva de obiectat pt ca, ma incapatanez sa cant. Daca stii melodia lui Alifantis...o minunatie!
Si pt ca azi am vorbit despre Minulescu, m-a bantuit ceva prin tinerete:

Romanţă fără ecou

Iubire, bibelou de porţelan,
Obiect cu existenţa efemeră,
Te regăsesc pe-aceeaşi etajeră
Pe care te-am lăsat acum un an...

Îţi mulţumesc!...
Dar cum?... Ce s-a-ntâmplat?...
Ce suflet caritabil te-a păstrat
În lipsa mea,
În lipsa ei,
În lipsa noastră?...
Ce demon alb,
Ce pasăre albastră
Ţi-a stat de veghe-atâta timp
Şi te-a-ngrijit
De nu te-ai spart
Şi nu te-ai prăfuit?...

Iubire, bibelou de porţelan,
Obiect de preţ cu smalţul nepătat,
Rămâi pe loc acolo unde eşti...
Să nu te mişti...
Şi dacă ne iubeşti -
O!... dacă ne iubeşti cu-adevărat -
Aşteaptă-ne la fel încă un an...
Un an măcar...
Atât...
Un singur an...

Iubire, bibelou de porţelan!...

[noir_desir]

Carla Bruni - Le toi du moi

Je suis ton pile , tu es mon face
Toi mon nombril , et moi ta glace
Tu es l’envie , et moi le geste
Toi le citron et moi le zeste .
Je suis le thé , tu es la tasse
Toi la guitare et moi la basse
Je suis la pluie et tu es mes gouttes
Tu es le oui , et moi le doute
T’es le bouquet , je suis les fleurs
Tu es l’aorte , et moi le cœur
Toi , t’es l’instant , moi le bonheur
Tu es le verre , je suis le vin
Toi , t’es l’herbe , et moi le joint
Tu es le vent , je suis la rafale
Toi la raquette et moi la balle
T’es le jouet , et moi l’enfant
T’es le vieillard et moi le temps
Je suis l’iris , tu es la pupille
Je suis l’épice , toi la papille
Toi l’eau qui vient et moi la bouche
Toi l’aube et moi le ciel qui se couche .
Tu es la liqueur , et moi l’ivresse
Tu es le mensonge moi la paresse
T’es le guépard , moi la vitesse
Tu es la main , moi la caresse
Je suis l’enfer de ta pécheresse
Tu es le ciel , et moi la terre
Je suis l’oreille de ta musique
Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques
Je suis le tabac de ta pipe
T’es le plaisir , je suis la faute
Tu es la gamme et moi les notes
Tu es la flamme , moi l’allumette
T’es la chaleur , je suis la paresse
T’es la torpeur et moi la sieste
T’es la fraîcheur , et moi l’averse
Tu es les fesses , je suis la chaise
Tu es le bémol et moi je suis le dièse
T’es le Laurel de mon Hardy
T’es le plaisir de mon soupir
T’es la moustache de mon Trotsky
T’es tous les éclats de mon rire
Tu es le chant de ma sirène
Tu es le sang et moi la veine
T’es le jamais de mon toujours
T’es mon amour , t’es mon amour .
Je suis ton pile , toi mon face
Toi le nombril et moi ta glace
Tu es l’envie et moi le geste
T’es le citron et moi le zeste
Je suis le thé , tu es la tasse
Toi la putain , et moi la passe...
Tu es la tombe et moi l’épitaphe
Et toi le texte , moi le paragraphe
Toi le lapsus et moi la gaffe
Toi l’élégance et moi la grâce
Tu es l’effet et moi la cause
Toi le divan , moi la névrose
Toi l’épine , moi la rose...
Tu es la tristesse , moi le poète
Tu es la belle et moi la bête
Tu es le corps et moi la tête
Tu es le corps...
T’es le sérieux , moi l’insouciance
Toi le flic , moi la balance
Toi le gibier , moi la potence
Et toi l’ennui , et moi la transe
Toi le très peu , moi le beaucoup
Moi le sage et toi le fou
Tu es l’éclair , moi la poudre
Tu es le surmoi de moi ça
C’est toi Charybde et moi Scylla
Tu es l’amer de moi le doux
Tu es le néant , et moi le tout
Tu es le chant de ma sirène
Toi tu es le sang , et moi la veine
T’es le jamais de mon toujours
T’es mon amour , t’es mon amour...

[Iulian Lazialu]

NIjte versuri care imi plac:
Dido-Thank you

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
and even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the
day
and then you call me and it's not so bad
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and
through
then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my lïfe

[Lavinia]

aaa.apropo d dido...versurile d la here with me...
I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can't hide

And I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me

And I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me

I don't want to call my friends
For they might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can't hide

And I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me

I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me

[denysaaa]

Aerosmith-I don't want to miss a thing



I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing