Bag P*la-n Lume Si V-o Fac Cadou

Intro (ViLLy):
Where have they gone, when they set
The years of glory from above...

Chorus (x2) (ViLLy):
Where are the guns, where are the knives,
The horses and the outlaws' rifles...

Intro (Uzzi):
I wanted it to be not just BUG Mafia...
I wanted it to be a whole country for a whole country...
B.U.G. Mafia...

Verse I (Uzzi):
Life is a beautiful gift and a shitty one,
It's shitty to live in Romania, in fact...
Not because of fog, dust, it's a sick system
In a beautiful country turned into a mess
Ordinary whores with one goal,
To drain us all so they can be on top...
It doesn't matter who dies, if they die, how they live,
People throw themselves off buildings blindly,
People set themselves on fire, they have no food,
They die in hospitals due to so much neglect,
Children hang themselves out of longing for parents
Who left abroad, some with a lot of education,
Who couldn't stand the mockery,
Politics on a stick with Tweedledum and Tweedledee...
In your dead thieves with pretensions of lords,
Genocide with a different face, I want to see you all dead
Now!

Verse II (Tataee):
I'd rather drink vinegar, I swear,
Than listen to journalists kissing their asses,
Than listen to how they've rigged it,
Part of the press still presses only shit...
How it's done, how it's fixed,
How no one understands them anymore...
Someone should chase them
And pat them on the back with a whip...
It's my fault
I waited so many years... 'Maybe something will change...'
I didn't realize I have enemies around here,
Hold on, I'll sharpen my razor too...
A brother told me to shut up, to be careful
That they'll send the guard to take me to the cement,
But I'll scream as loud as I can until I fall into a grave
I'll stick my d*ck in the world and then give it to you!

Chorus (x2) (ViLLy):
Where are the guns, where are the knives,
The horses and the outlaws' rifles...

Secondary Chorus (Tataee):
I'm here, under my shirt,
Echoes in my mind every day like a reverberation...
Should I suffer for you?... I say it again...
I'll stick my d*ck in the world and give it to you!

Verse III (Caddillac):
Raise the flag up high, high, let it be seen...
Write on it 'Romania is up for grabs'
People walk with their heads down on the street,
Pressed by a life of burden...
Bravado in the mass media, the government does the media,
We live well, damn it, that's the conclusion...
Europeans... But for those who didn't know,
Europeans, to us, have a third world surplus...
Do you understand the idea? They make us,
As surely as I'm called Caddillac...
They sell us as slaves, as they please,
You know it's useless for me to shout if others stay silent...
A junkie threatens with an infected needle,
But a doctor is the one who stabs you with it, actually...
It's like hell, raining sh*t,
Be careful how you breathe, so you don't get taxed...

Verse IV (Uzzi):
Now! Fainting on the road,
Justice is fair, but it bends anyway...
And it's blind and doesn't see when and how it applies the law,
We are fools, we don't know, we don't understand...
Understand what? That's how it is!
The ones who need to escape do, but it flows with punishments,
The cops come in cars that say...
'Safety and trust', aaahhaaaaa..
How can you trust? What safety, brother,
When the cops watch while someone gets axed?...
When drugged cops sell drugs to druggies?...
We're South America, all traffickers...
Papură Vodă's country, the honest man...
May our disease reach you, we won't dress in black,
Keep sucking leeches, suck everything, cool...
We prepare the bombs and give them to you as a gift...

Chorus (x2) (ViLLy):
Where are the guns, where are the knives,
The horses and the outlaws' rifles...

Secondary Chorus (Tataee):
I'm here, under my shirt,
Echoes in my mind every day like a reverberation...
Should I suffer for you?... I say it again...
I'll stick my d*ck in the world and give it to you!

Verse V (Tataee):
Ladies and gentlemen, I wish
You all die in agony, as it would be fitting...
What have you done?... You've pawned your child,
Even though they're not born yet, they have to bring in money by the kilo...
I wish incendiary bottles would fly,
To shatter government windows deafeningly
You left the elderly without comfort
And brought teachers to the brink of despair...
Everyone is on the brink of despair
And your children spend our money in the sun...
Great insolence... I say it to your face,
My parents didn't save this much, even though they worked their whole lives...
We should seize you,
Strip you in the middle of the street,
Parade naked for a bankrupt nation,
Wear your income statements over your organs...

Verse VI (Caddillac):
The revolution is a young girl now,
She's 20 years old and took a path...
The government promised to help her, but wants to f*ck her first,
But the revolution is not a whore...
Instead, politics is cunning and sly,
It can f*ck up your whole life in an instant,
There's no real justice,
It's just a directed puppet...
We're listened to, misinformed,
Censored, robbed, mocked...
We're systematically pushed to the grave by the system,
Until someone raises a firm fist...
That we're still alive and want to have children
And for them, we're willing to gouge your eyes out...
And if this is the world offered on a platter,
I'll stick my d*ck in it and give it to you...

Chorus (x2) (ViLLy):
Where are the guns, where are the knives,
The horses and the outlaws' rifles...

Secondary Chorus (Tataee):
I'm here, under my shirt,
Echoes in my mind every day like a reverberation...
Should I suffer for you?... I say it again...
I'll stick my d*ck in the world and give it to you!

Outro (Tataee):
Much, much respect to Vali Sterian... His songs are just as relevant now... Yeah...
The sky should fall on us because we've become nothing but sheep over time... Yeah.. Fist clenched!