This is my country, his country, our country
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And I want it to be the country where I grew up
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To learn the language, the flag, to see the land
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Let me protect him from those who get muddy in the frame
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That it is beautiful in our country, the foreigners also said
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Some say it's theirs when they forget we were the first
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We should fine them again
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Let's not bend over backwards and pretend we're happy
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And what the hell are we doing with sugar cubes?
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You say this country is bought by some "maher"
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And sometimes I am scared by the thought that Romania is slowly turning into Daniela Crudu
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And now it has a logical fish shape:
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It's a sick fish that keeps twisting
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But in the end, I'm sure he'll wake up
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And in the end, I'm sure he'll succeed!
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The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping
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You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
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The country is crying, as if it were cut in half
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You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
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The country is burning - those big ones are grilled
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I put these little ones on the fire, bathe smiles in the glass
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I suck the liquor from our sweat and tears
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Does the same blood flow through the blue veins?
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Your mirror is a potato. |
Aren't you afraid of the reward?
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You put my dreams in the pit, you're with your hand on the shovel
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Turn off the light from the beginning, I blindfolded through the passage
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Since you have a thick cheek, you can't see the gnaw on my cheeks
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That's why I promise to take courage to take steps towards you
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I'm the village of fat pigs and their entourage
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What they left my country pledge and they sold my city
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Either we all get bored, or we make you leave us
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I'm a proud Dacian and I'm Trajan's son
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They are Cuza's brother, Horea, Closca and Crisan
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I am a brave Wallachian, I am a cousin of Vladimirescu
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I'm Stefan, I'm Mihai, I'm Romanian, I'm Eminescu
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The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping
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You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
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The country is crying, as if it were cut in half
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You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
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The country burns and does not burn from the sun
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The country cries and cries only when it hurts
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And when a fool burns it, people see it
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But when he plays some good theater, people believe him
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The country is dying and they have no solution
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Does it make sense to make another revolution?
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Another revolution
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Let the world die without any resolution
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The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping
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You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
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The country is crying, as if it were cut in half
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You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
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Tara arde… arde… arde |