Lyrics:

I:
Ma uit in fiecare zi la mama si la tata
Parca sunt tot mai obositi, mi se pune pata
Vad cum cad baietii de langa mine, ii tot mai greu
Si incet, incet la fel se duce si sufletul meu
Vino acum, ia-ma sus ingerash
S-a adunat prea multa suferintza si umilintza
Chiar daca mai vezi oamenii zambind si totul pare bine
Numai banii conteaza, doar asta tine
In cartier tre' sa fii prea baiat-baiat
Sa stai drept, sa nu lasi capul plecat
Respect pentru cartierul meu Pantelimon
M-a invatat sa rezist, sa nu mor.

:
Ridica-ma la cer..

II:
Sa vina ingerii sa ma ridice la cer
Acum cat lumea e a mea sunt baiat de cartier
Nu ma las (nu ma las) cat am un avantaj
Pariez pe tot ce vreau, imi pun viatza gaj
Numai Dumnezeu stie daca gresesc
Dar eu lupt in continuare, n-o sa ma opresc
O sa reusesc sa tin lumea la degetul mic
Cand m-am nascut in lumea mea n-am primit nimic
Decat spirit de luptator ca sa supravietuiesc
Caci la capat doar campionii se-ntalnesc
Sunt singur contra lumii si totusi lumea e a mea
Unii nu ma inteleg, zi-le Loredana!

:
Ridica-ma la cer, sunt ingerul (ingerul) tau
Ridica-ma la cer, sunt ingerashul tau.

III:
Am o gramada de fratzi care traiesc aici cu gandu':
'Oare cand toate astea or sa se termine (or sa se termine)? '
Reprezint strada, un mod de viatza de care tie nici nu-ti pasa
E chiar in fatza, (e chiar in fatza), e chiar in fatza
Iti explic chiar acum despre cartier (despre cartier)
Oare stii cum e, doar o plimbare la alt nivel
Ai sa vezi la coltz de strada niste lucruri pe care n-ai sa le-ntelegi
Tu n-ai trait, tu n-ai vazut, tu doar te bucuri
Nimeni n-o sa poata sa ne schimbe pe noi vreodata
Cineva sau ceva in cartier, niciodata
Ma rog pentru baietzii mei, cred, sper
Vreau ingerii sa vina sa ne ridïce la cer, g-yeah!




TRAD
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I:
I look every day mom and dad
They seem to be more tired, I put stain
I see how boys fall away from me, ii harder
And slowly as my soul goes
Come now, take me up ingerash
It has gathered too much suferintza and umilintza
Even if you never see people smiling and everything looks good
Only money matters only that you
The neighborhood gotta be too boy-boy
Sitting right not to let his head down
Respect for my neighborhood Panteleimon
I learned to resist, not to die.

:
Raise me to heaven ..

II:
Angels come to pick me up at the sky
Now how are male world is mine neighborhood
Do not leave me (not quit) have an advantage as
I bet everything I want, I put my pledge viatza
Only God knows if I'm wrong
But I still fight, I'll never stop
You manage to keep the world at your fingertips
When I was born my world I got nothing
Rather than fighting spirit to survive
For the end only champions to meet him
I am alone against the world, yet the world is mine
Some do not understand me, tell them Loredana!

:
Raise me to heaven, are angel (angel) Your
Raise me to heaven are your ingerashul.

III:
I have a lot of fratzi living here with the thought ':
'Are you all this or to finish (or to end)? '
Street represent a way that knows no viatza do not care
It's right in her face, (e even to her face), it's right in her face
I'll explain right now about the neighborhood (about neighborhood)
Do you know how it is, just a stroll to another level
You will see the street coltz some things you will not understand them
You have not lived, you have not seen, you just enjoy
No one will be able to change ourselves ever
Someone or something in the neighborhood, never
I pray for my baietzii, I hope
I want the angels to come and ascended to heaven, g-yeah!