Basta Mafia Songtext
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Basta Mafia Songtext
When the wall came to an end
Then East and West said, let′s be friends
The highest satisfaction was found in a distraction
Of singing all along to the money song
Many people gave their life
For the values aimed so high
But some still love guns, it's easier to win
It′s easier to move in the gangster's skin
In the street kids move offbeat (move, oh)
In the fields the crowd proceeds (crowd, oh)
"Basta Mafia", they all shout (shout)
Get out, get out get out (oh), run them out
Basta Mafia
You will hear a siren sound
When the big man comes downtown
A limo waits to take him with girls just for fun
They love his big wallet (ja) they love his big gun (wow)
He sells the pressure, he sells the booze
And your life he can sell, too
He's got their protection no matter what he does
He bought the politician, gave your values to the dogs
In the street kids move offbeat (move, oh)
In the fields the crowd proceeds (crowd, oh)
"Basta Mafia", they all shout (shout)
Get out, get out get out (oh), run them out
Basta Mafia
And the west wind feels so cold
Because they′ve put freedom on hold
It′s time for everyone to scream
Don't give up on our true dream
Basta!
Then East and West said, let′s be friends
The highest satisfaction was found in a distraction
Of singing all along to the money song
Many people gave their life
For the values aimed so high
But some still love guns, it's easier to win
It′s easier to move in the gangster's skin
In the street kids move offbeat (move, oh)
In the fields the crowd proceeds (crowd, oh)
"Basta Mafia", they all shout (shout)
Get out, get out get out (oh), run them out
Basta Mafia
You will hear a siren sound
When the big man comes downtown
A limo waits to take him with girls just for fun
They love his big wallet (ja) they love his big gun (wow)
He sells the pressure, he sells the booze
And your life he can sell, too
He's got their protection no matter what he does
He bought the politician, gave your values to the dogs
In the street kids move offbeat (move, oh)
In the fields the crowd proceeds (crowd, oh)
"Basta Mafia", they all shout (shout)
Get out, get out get out (oh), run them out
Basta Mafia
And the west wind feels so cold
Because they′ve put freedom on hold
It′s time for everyone to scream
Don't give up on our true dream
Basta!
Writer(s): Roman Lagupov, Andrew Schuman, Marc Elsner, Mihail Gincu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com