More songs by Johny Romano
Description
Producer: Andrei Marius
Composer: Leo Cioc
Composer: Stefan Mihalache
Lyricist: Johny Romano
Lyricist: Leo Cioc
Lyricist: Stefan Mihalache
Lyrics and translation
Original
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-lei-la, a-le-le-lei-la
În costum elegant, la cravată
Mă îmbrac, mă pun, plec la paradă
Să ai haz și talent e o artă
Nu se-nvață, nu s-arată
Ai talent, haina nu mai contează (adevărat)
Ai secunda, mereu ești pe fază
Să ai haz și talent e o artă
Nu se-nvață, nu s-arată
Pun pe mine un costum
Știu să-l asortez
Cu cel mai tare parfum
D-aia am succes
Mă întreabă lumea cu ce parfum mă dau mereu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
Da' nu e parfum, ăsta e miru' meu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
De la mama, de la tata
D-acolo e talentu' meu
Dar și de la, de la Dumnezeu
D-acolo e talentu' meu
Sunt puțin diferit, iertisarma, huh
Nu îmi place nici Gucci, nici Prada
De copil știu să-mi fac meseria
De la tata am mândria (haide, bă)
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no check
Pretty ladies in the front, go ahead and get your men, ayy
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no man
I need my brothers out the gut, I need that water on my neck, ayy
Pun pe mine un costum
Știu să-l asortez
Cu cel mai tare parfum
D-aia am succes
Mă întreabă lumea cu ce parfum mă dau mereu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
Da' nu e parfum, ăsta e miru' meu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
De la mama, de la tata
D-acolo e talentu' meu
Dar și de la, de la Dumnezeu
D-acolo e talentu' meu
English translation
A-le-le-le-le
A-le-le-le-le
A-le-lei-la, a-le-lei-la
In an elegant suit with a tie
I dress up, I go to the parade
Having humor and talent is an art
It is not taught, it is not shown
You got talent, clothes don't matter anymore (true)
You have the second, you are always in the phase
Having humor and talent is an art
It is not taught, it is not shown
I put on a suit
I know how to match it
With the strongest perfume
That's why I'm successful
People always ask me what perfume I wear
It's a lot, it's hard, it's a lot, it's hard
Yes, it's not perfume, this is my miru
It's a lot, it's hard, it's a lot, it's hard
From mother, from father
That's where my talent is
But also from, from God
That's where my talent is
I'm a little different, pardon me, huh
I don't like Gucci or Prada
As a child I know how to do my job
From my father I have the pride (come on, come on)
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no check
Pretty ladies in the front, go ahead and get your men, ayy
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no man
I need my brothers out of the gut, I need that water on my neck, ayy
I put on a suit
I know how to match it
With the strongest perfume
That's why I'm successful
People always ask me what perfume I wear
It's a lot, it's hard, it's a lot, it's hard
Yes, it's not perfume, this is my miru
It's a lot, it's hard, it's a lot, it's hard
From mother, from father
That's where my talent is
But also from, from God
That's where my talent is