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Ploaie de mai,
Ea e cea care știe că nu te înșel,
Până când a ajuns ziua evaporării sale.
Cu ritmul pe care ea merge,
Îmi face rău.
 
Iar când e lângă mine,
Uit trecutul.
Ne pierdem într-un alt loc,
Pentru că eu știu,
Că deși ea mă otrăvește,
Știu că merită efortul
De a o avea un minut în plus.
 
Ea, dacă măcar ar ști
Ea, cã mă disperă, ea, ea, ea,
Trăiesc doar pentru ea, ea, ea.
Ea, dacă măcar ar ști,
Ea și pielea ei ciocolatie,
Trăiesc doar pentru ea, ea, ea.
 
Încetul cu încetul
Îmi fură fiecare răsuflare,
Și chiar și așa, eu decid să o iau pe drumul ăsta,
Chiar dacă mi-ar face rău.
 
Iar când e lângă mine,
Uit trecutul.
Ne pierdem într-un alt loc,
Pentru că eu știu,
Că deși ea mă otrăvește,
Știu că merită efortul
De a o avea un minut în plus.
 
Ea, dacă măcar ar ști
Ea, cã mă disperă, ea, ea, ea,
Trăiesc doar pentru ea, ea, ea.
Ea, dacă măcar ar ști,
Ea și pielea ei ciocolatie,
Trăiesc doar pentru ea, ea, ea.
 

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Quotas Aren't Handouts

There are a lot of thing they didn't teach you in school
Quotas aren't handouts!
Try being born black in a slum and you'll see
What happens with black and poor people doesn't appear on TV
Oppression, humiliation, prejudice
We know how it ends when it begins like this
From the time she was a little girl, running to help her parents
She watches the kids, cleans the house, a bunch of other stuff
Midday, she takes a bath and goes to school by foot
She doesn't have money for the bus
Her mom used it earlier to buy bread
And now that she's tired, she wants a ride on the bus
But since she's black and poor, the driver yells, 'no!'
And that's only the first door that closes
She doesn't have a bus, she's already tired, but she hurries up
She gets to school, another door closes
You're late! You won't go to history class
Wait, sit there, an hour's passed
Wait a little bit more and go to your second class
'And make sure you're not late again!' the principal says
She gets to the room, now sleep's knocking at her door
But she won't sleep, slowly she learns that
If the ticket is 3.80 and you have 3 in hand
She interrupts the professor and says 'You won't have bread then'
And the friends that laugh at her all day
Laugh more and humiliate her, what would you do?
She got tired of the humiliation and doesn't want school anymore
And on Christmas she cried because she didn't get a ball
Time passed and she grew
Now on the streets she's the black stinky-armpit girl
That straightens her hair to feel accepted
But it gets her nowhere, everyone rejects her
Now that she's grown, she really wants to study
She finishes school, textbooks, she still has entrance exams
And dry mouth, dry, no saliva
She's gonna pay the college, because black and poor doesn't go to USP
That's what the professor that taught at the school said
That they're all the same and that quotas are handouts
Tired of quotas and not burned out from college
She still gets up early and cleans three apartments downtown
Try being born black and poor in the community
You'll see how different the opportunities are
 
And don't you dare come to me saying that's playing the victim
Don't put the blame on me to cover your racism
And don't you dare come to me saying that's playing-, that's playing-
That's playing the victim!
 
They're enslaved nations
And murdered cultures
It's the voice that echoes the drum
Gather around, come here
You too can fight
And learn to respect
Because black people came to revolutionize
 
Don't let them silence our voice, no
Don't let them silence our voice, no
Don't let them silence our voice, no
Revolution!
Don't let them silence our voice, no
Don't let them silence our voice, no
Revolution!
 
Thousands of us are born every time one of us falls
Thousands of us are born every time one of us falls
Thousands of us are born every time one of us falls
Thousands of us are born every time one of us falls
And it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga samurai!
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga samurai!
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga
it's open chest, swordsman
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga
it's open chest, ghetto swordsman, nigga samurai!
 
Let's go to the corner where the watch stops
And in the silence our hearts open fire
We'll reign like Zumbi*, Dandara
Odara, Odara
 
Let's go to the corner where the watch stops
And in the silence our hearts open fire
Odara, Odara, hey!
 
Try being born black and poor in the community
You'll see how different the opportunities are
And don't you dare come to me saying that's playing the victim
Don't put the blame on me to cover your ra-ci-sm!
There are a lot of thing they didn't teach you in school
Quotas are handouts.
Quotas are handouts.
Quotas are handouts.
I said, quotas are handouts.
Quotas are handouts.
Quotas are handouts.
Quotas are handouts.
 
They're enslaved nations
And murdered cultures
It's the voice that echoes the drum
Gather around, come here
You too can fight
And learn to respect
Because black people came to revolutionize
 
Quotas are not handouts.
 

King of licorice

I'm the king of licorice,
from the 14th acorn,
many cockroaches are behind me, as the shadow of mine.
I avoid locals
because I have plenty of wings
I stick my pucales 1
times goes by, silver turns black,
turns black if it's not washed,
darkened, from my melody.... to the dance of the spoon.
Confusano 2 of essence, either essence or trust
monotony in school,
they want to catch me but the collar fits big in me, get in your
shosa,3 close the door, get out by the orchard
I go again with God, while going like crazy, it was chasing me
a national policeman, the situation surrounds me, when I see myself against the wall, like a dog in the pound.
Going upstairs by the left, I'll reach her, that it's not
a solution...I like seeing her, when my fatty (uncomprehensible) and by her beauty I go blind.
And the echo that comes from my throat.... and the reason without having a doubt.
 
  • 1. Never heard of that word before.
  • 2. Another one.
  • 3. I give up
Just learning.
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Coin

Other than sunshine, nothing else can envelop the world.
Other than rain, nothing else can paint rainbows.
Other than snow, nothing else can cover the earth in white.
Other than the wind, nothing else can blow the trees’ leaves.
 
Have you ever looked at the frustration in your own eyes?
Have you ever listened to your crying voice penetrating through your heartstrings?
Have you ever felt your heart wilt like flowers?
Have you ever experienced how helpless life is?
 
Other than you, nothing else can make me yearn.
Other than sadness, nothing else can be worth forgetting.
Other than leniency, nothing else can make you [feel] released.
Other than love, nothing else can change life.
 
Have you ever saw the simple destiny line on your hand?
Have you ever listened to your own shout after being discarded?
Have you ever felt that maybe, you’re only able to turn a blind eye forever?
Have you ever thrown a coin to choose between right and wrong?
 

Who Gets Out... Doesn't Come In

Alerea yeah yeah
 
It seems like a singing of pain
But it's more than just a relief
I gave you my body and every corner of my being
And I thought it was not enough.
 
Maybe you can understand me
Now that you passed through the same
The wound doesn't feel the same in other skin
If they're telling it to you, you're not living it.
 
If you haven't known anything about her
I don't care about it
I'm sorry for your sadness
But you can't get back here.
 
I do not pick up the left overs
Of what other girls are leaving me
I don't open the door to you
Whoever gets out of here, doesn't come in.
 
I don't want you to feel bad
I swear that's not the idea
Mi heart has already deleted you even though it did hurt
And there's no resentments, nor problems.
 
But that doesn't mean
I became a samaritan
Having to save whom abandoned me
For someone else who has broken you the soul.
 
And don't bother
In coming back by these places
That wound you caused
Is completely healthy.
 
That I'm not easy manipulated
I'm completely independent
And to top it all for you
I have by my side whoever loves me.