Description
Producer: Shift
Producer: Gabriel Iulian Dragomir
Composer: Gabriel Mihai Istrate
Composer: Gabriel Iulian Dragomir
Composer: Alexandru Popa
Lyricist: Gabriel Mihai Istrate
Lyricist: Gabriel Iulian Dragomir
Lyricist: Alexandru Popa
Lyrics and translation
Original
Eram pe stradă, ploua fără sens și mă imaginam în Mercedes. Mereu cu gândul numai la succes.
Eram pe stradă și ploua.
Eram pe stradă, ploua fără sens și mă imaginam în Mercedes. Mereu cu gândul numai la succes.
Eram pe stradă și ploua. Aveam douăzeci și ceva, eram pe stradă și ploua.
N-aveam un ban, stăteam de un an într-un subsol în Rahova.
Singuratic, problematic, rătăceam prin viața mea și nu știam că muzica într-o zi chiar mă va salva.
Când norii pleacă, vine rază de soare și tu nu le-ai văzut prea des și simți din nou că ai lumea la picioare. Muzica ta are Mercedes.
Eram pe stradă, ploua fără sens și mă imaginam în Mercedes. Mereu cu gândul numai la succes.
Eram pe stradă și ploua.
Eram pe stradă, ploua fără sens și mă imaginam în Mercedes. Mereu cu gândul numai la succes.
Eram pe stradă și ploua. Am manifestat un vis, s-a manifestat o stare.
Asta-i pentru zile în care nu aveam nici de mâncare. Nu simțeam compasiune, uneori chiar nu e tare.
Fluturii fără petale au uitat că poa' să zboare.
A plecat când era greu, m-am văzut de drumu' meu. Mă mai caută uneori, eu Îl caut pe Dumnezeu.
Schiză om bluteleleu, weekenduri iar prin turneu. Pe cer nori, nu curg cu beu. Uneori îs să fiu eu.
Eram pe stradă, ploua fără sens și mă imaginam în Mercedes. Mereu cu gândul numai la succes.
Eram pe stradă și ploua.
Eram pe stradă, ploua fără sens și mă imaginam în Mercedes. Mereu cu gândul numai la succes.
Eram pe stradă și ploua.
Când norii pleacă, vine rază de soare și tu nu le-ai văzut prea des și simți din nou că ai lumea la picioare. Muzica ta are
Mercedes.
English translation
I was on the street, it was raining nonsensically and I was imagining myself in the Mercedes. Always thinking only about success.
I was on the street and it was raining.
I was on the street, it was raining nonsensically and I was imagining myself in the Mercedes. Always thinking only about success.
I was on the street and it was raining. I was twenty something, I was on the street and it was raining.
I didn't have a penny, I had been living in a basement in Rahova for a year.
Lonely, troubled, I was wandering through my life and didn't know that one day music would really save me.
When the clouds leave, sunshine comes and you haven't seen them too often and you feel like you have the world at your feet again. Your music has Mercedes.
I was on the street, it was raining nonsensically and I was imagining myself in the Mercedes. Always thinking only about success.
I was on the street and it was raining.
I was on the street, it was raining nonsensically and I was imagining myself in the Mercedes. Always thinking only about success.
I was on the street and it was raining. I manifested a dream, a state manifested.
That's for days when I didn't even have food. I didn't feel compassion, sometimes it's really not cool.
Butterflies without petals forgot they could fly.
He left when it was hard, I saw myself on my way. They still look for me sometimes, I look for God.
Sketch om bluteleleu, weekends and through the tour. There are clouds in the sky, I'm not drinking. Sometimes it will be me.
I was on the street, it was raining nonsensically and I was imagining myself in the Mercedes. Always thinking only about success.
I was on the street and it was raining.
I was on the street, it was raining nonsensically and I was imagining myself in the Mercedes. Always thinking only about success.
I was on the street and it was raining.
When the clouds leave, sunshine comes and you haven't seen them too often and you feel like you have the world at your feet again. Your music has
Mercedes.