Man, man stau Babylon
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Great bow to every fan
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And in reality for the brigade
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How much I did and how much he will see
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You've been caroling all over the world with me
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With pleasure man and another time
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The growing brigade is not standing still
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I arrived at the village and left the block
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I have a slightly disordered instinct
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Antennas up, I'm elevated
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If I have money, I'll earn it
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And don't spend it like that
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Or maybe you're just spending it?
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To drink to everyone on matol
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017 I'm done, 018 I'm overflowing
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0−8 concerts, lyrics
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With comet, combian, rest
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Only 400 people in line
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They didn't leave until they came to see us
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And my people are blocking the street
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With tears in his eyes and longing for the country
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They take me back, but they invite me to one
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It's not long until Christmas'
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Who says I'm too dedicated
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My mother prepared me and taught me
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Look where the poor kid is from
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Pour a little soul into the machine
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Pour and come in the glass I bow
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For tonight, let's break again
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I give for the family, the girl, the brigade
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Through the country again, I go through the country again
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«Willow green leaf, of, leliţă, Mărioară»
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«Willow green leaf, of, leliţă, Mărioară»
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The soles miss but the road is long
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I'd rather face him than hide
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I walk until I arrive
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A ray that revives the carcass of flesh that says they are
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Far from close, from your neighbor
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It stays on its eyelids and in the blink of an eye it is part of it
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I also split the ocean in two
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But to get to the world, with music, I'm right
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Look at my mother walking around the country
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Don't worry because I'm happy
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People smile and sing with me
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It wasn't like that yesterday, I feel fulfilled
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Where I left from and where I ended up
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What paths have I taken and how far have I traveled
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The longer it has elapsed, the longer it will come
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I'm out of my routine, I'm not hiding anymore
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All the hard work is gone, the image takes shape
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I was gone, but he also wants tevatur
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I also found the light through the leaks
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I untied knots to make fabrics
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I slept a little and lost nothing
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Failure gave me the strength to stand up
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I've been running for decades and I'm not tired
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I still sing for the support I received
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Who says I'm too dedicated
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My mother prepared me and taught me
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Look where the poor kid is
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Pour a little soul into the machine
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Pour and come in the glass I bow
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For tonight, let's break again
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I give for the family, the girl, the brigade
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Through the country again, I go through the country again
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«Willow green leaf, of, leliţă, Mărioară»
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«Willow green leaf, of, leliţă, Mărioară»
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I didn't think I'd get what I was
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I didn't know the road would be so long
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I learned so much
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I carried a mountain in every song
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Now I'm making you nod
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Picked up from the neighborhood, Baba Novac
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And the feeling is wonderful
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When I'm with brothers on stage
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And when I give birth
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I'd like you to see how they bloom
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See how I paint my whole universe
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See that I learn on the go
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See how I'm progressing
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To say the least
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That you can follow me
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Mind you, mc music is not a farce impression
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People who wrote to me that they came out of depression
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How can I not care my day how can I not care?
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Now you see, they make them vibrate
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They bring energy and make them dance
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Big noise at concerts and cheers
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Moment when I dedicate myself entirely to the songs
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Let's see what comes out
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Look where the poor kid is
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Here's how to put one together for use
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What would I do if I didn't have dreams to follow and my music is bad
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«Willow green leaf, of, leliţă, Mărioară»
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«Willow green leaf, of, leliţă, Mărioară» |