Lyrics of Act 1 - Cheloo

Act 1 (original)

Avem sange rosu, piele alba si bocanci negri
Ramanem albi si mandri inteligenti si integri
Vrem s-o duca copiii nostri mai bine decat noi
Cand ne ducem pe pulă si raman singuri sa aiba coi
Am dat destul inapoi cat a existat comunismul
Și am stat ani la coada sa cumparam autoturismul
Nu bagati nimic la cap vorbesc degeaba
Stati in cur vreti bani si sa va faca altu' treaba
Statu' n-are bani de scoli separa siamezi
Biserica promite si cere ca tu sa donezi
Am crescut intre blocuri cu mingea de 35
M-am racorit cu apa de la chiuveta si n-am mai murit
Mi-am luat bataie pana m-am dus si am inceput sa fac sport
Dar am uitat scopul si am inceput sa beau ca un porc
Mi-am facut primii prieteni ridicand sus paharu'
Si-am pierdut ani din viata veseli inecand amaru'
Vreau sa fac doar ce vreau sa fac in prezent
O ard ca un dement inconstient ramas repetent
Imi cheltui banii cu ura pana la ultimul cent
Imprumut altii cu nesimtire si dispar urgent
Nu va ganditi sa-mi construiti in pula mea un monument
Ca nu sunt omu lu' Dumnezeu si nici vreun descendent
Toata vorbaria asta e fix pula toti ma discuta
Iar eu nu mai suport linistea asta futută
Vand vise pe care ai putea sa le-mplinesti
Sau te deranjez căci ai putea sa nu te gandesti
Cand esti treaz esti coerent insa n-ai curaj
Cand esti matol esti lent nu poti sa alergi dupa miraj
Ma intristez grav sunt un dobitoc sinistru
Cand cant si esti serios ca un pui de ministru
Vreau s-o vad pe ma-ta zambindu-mi in sus trista
Privind angelic la mine cu ochi mari de muista
Zambesc ca tampitu' e zambetul meu natural
Da asta nu e fata mea e o masca veche de bal
Recunosc ca sunt roman nu-i o rusine s-o spun
Eu si cand stau degeaba sunt cel mai bun
Raman un mincinos in cautarea adevarului
Si privesc lumea obiectiv prin fundul sifonului
Toti imi intorc spatele pentru ca pula carisma
Asta nu e despartire e direct clisma
Va doresc o moarte violenta sau lenta
Sa-mi fac un scenariu nou nout la un ceai de menta
E asa de mare plictiseala ca ma dor ochii
Si nu pot sa-mi petrec duminica in familia ma-tii
Ritmu' e bomba.
Vorba mea-i tortura cu ceas
Vrei sa te calc in picioare?
pot sa fac primul pas
Sarbatoresc cea mai proasta zi din viata mea
Si fac asta zi de zi pana gasesc altceva

(translation)

We have red blood, white skin and black boots
We remain white and proud, intelligent and upright
We want our children to do better than us
When we go on the dick and are left alone to have balls
I went back a long way to communism
And I waited in line for years to buy the car
Don't worry, I'm talking in vain
Stay in the ass you want money and do another job
The state has no money for separate Siamese schools
The church promises and asks you to donate
I grew up between blocks with the 35 ball
I cooled myself with water from the sink and never died
I took a beating until I left and started doing sports
But I forgot my purpose and started drinking like a pig
I made my first friends by raising the glass
I lost years of my life happily drowning in bitterness'
I just want to do what I want to do now
It burns like an unconscious dementia and keeps repeating itself
You spend my money on hate to the last penny
I borrow others insensibly and disappear urgently
Don't think of building a monument in my dick
That I am not a man of God or a descendant
All this talk is fixed, everyone is talking to me
And I no longer support this tranquility fucked
I'm selling dreams that you could fulfill
Or I bother you because you might not think
When you are awake you are consistent but you do not have the courage
When you are slow you are slow you can't run after mirage
I'm seriously saddened, I'm a sinister beast
When I sing and you're serious as a minister
I want to see you smiling up at me sadly
Angelically looking at me with wide eyes
I smile like a fool is my natural smile
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
I admit that I'm Romanian, it's not a shame to say it
I'm the best when I'm in vain
I remain a liar in search of the truth
And I look at the world objectively through the bottom of the siphon
Everyone turns their backs on me because my dick is charismatic
This is not a parting, it is a direct enema
I wish you a violent or slow death
Let me make a brand new scenario for a mint tea
It's so boring that my eyes hurt
And I can't spend Sunday with my family
Rhythm and bomb.
My word is torture with the clock
Do you want me to step on you?
I can take the first step
I'm celebrating the worst day of my life
And I do this every day until I find something else