Am Comis-O Din Nou
Buna seara si bine v-am gasit dragii mei
Cineva spera ca am ramas fara idei
Ne cerem scuze public celor care o sa ne asculte
Noi nu facem muzica de futut femei urate
[Ombladon]
Toata lumea ne intreaba de ce Parazitii
Nu am ales un nume anume cum fac toti muistii
Am boala pe femeile care nu inteleg barbatii
Si am boala pe barbatii care se freaca cu barbatii
Asta nu e tot pot spune
Am un milion de feluri de a umple fraierii spume
Fara glume, toti dusmanii mei vreau sa moara in somn
Eu o viata am si pe aia n-o s-o dorm
Refren:
Ooo, am comis-o din nou
Boxele sa sara in aer cand o dam la shto
Ooo, am comis-o din nou
Boxele sa sara in aer cand o dam la shto
Ooo, am comis-o din nou
Boxele sa sara in aer cand o dam la shto
Ooo, am comis-o din nou
Boxele sa sara in aer cand o dam la shto
Nici un soarace de biblioteca nu poa` sa ne inteleaga
Si prima bagaboanda care l-a prins in leagan
Cand vorbesc serios nimeni nu ma mai crede
Si ma doar false pareri de rau, se vede
Nu aplicam reteta care a prostit americanii
Noi ne respectam fanii, nu ne fac banii
Cu vocea pe CD si gata sa danseze
Trupele fac playback si nu stiu sa mimeze
Toate strambele sa bat femei perverse
Si daca ajung sa cante, o sug din interes fara proteste
Ceea ce imi doresc in lumea ta rozi femela
Blestemi sa ploua cu slobozi sis a n-ai ubrela
Ai urme de catarama in frunte si mi-e groaza
Cand te vad cu ei la muie, cu hoursu` in gaoaza
Negam orice asemanare cu personae reale
La mishto n-am luat pe nimeni niciodata, oare
Sunt doctoru` la care nu te operezi de frica
Trata
We Did It Again
Good evening, glad to see you all, my friends
Someone hoped we ran out of ideas
We apologize to the public who will listen to us
We don’t make music to hook up with ugly women
[Ombladon]
Everyone asks us why Parazitii
We didn’t pick some random name like all the fools do
I’m sick of women who don’t get men
And I’m sick of men who are all over other men
That’s not all, I can say
I have a million ways to fill the fools with foam
No jokes, all my enemies want to die in their sleep
I’ve got one life and I won’t waste it on dreams
Chorus:
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Not a single library rat can understand us
And the first bimbo who caught him in the cradle
When I talk seriously, no one believes me anymore
And I only get fake sympathy, it’s clear
We don’t follow the recipe that fooled Americans
We respect our fans, we don’t need their cash
With our voice on CD, ready to dance
The bands lip-sync and don’t know how to mime
All the ugly ones beat up perverse women
And if they get to sing, they suck for interest without protest
What I want in your world, you rotten female
May it rain curses with no shelter in sight
You’ve got a buckle mark on your forehead and it scares me
When I see you with them, getting down in the dirt
We deny any resemblance to real people
We never took anyone lightly, right?
I’m the doctor you won’t get operated on out of fear
I treat...