Hainele mele [English translation]

Miss Mary:

Poor or rich

Few are people among people

Cottage or palace

The same blood, different clothes

But only you know, mama

What armor I wear under my skin

When the way is hard, mama

I become a beast among the stars

But only you know, mama

What person my clothes hide

When the way is hard, mama

Leave the world to pull them off

F.Charm:

Whether you have a Ferrari or a Logan, you breathe the same air

Having not even one cent in your pocket doesn't make you a fool

Because you wear the same clothes, as much as the day is long

Because you have gold bracelets and striped pants

Equal from birth, leave in knowledge

Some grow up well--and assume the facts

After all, it's a circus of animals

Some are predators, others are real victims

The some blood under different clothes

With other secret nasty thoughts

And don't ever think of yourself as more than you truly are

Because you'll become less in the eyes of the world in which you live

I'm not like the church door, but I believe in it

Because I found my peace when my cross was heavier

I take my coat off alone, you undress me of my skin

To see the bad person spoken of by bad mouths

Miss Mary:

Poor or rich

Few are people among people

Cottage or palace

The same blood, different clothes

But only you know, mama

What armor I wear under my skin

When the way is hard, mama

I become a beast among the stars

But only you know, mama

What person my clothes hide

When the way is hard, mama

Leave the world to pull them off

F.Charm:

I grew eyes in my back, I live in Romania

Where man is wolf with people to defend their slice

But it's not their fault that life made them theives

That they blame themselves alone in vans with 4 wheels

I hear another one, I don't have a price, I'm not selling myself

It's better to stay quiet, we are all only a water and an earth

They hide under their eyelids with eyes which would do bad

Because this is how a weak-kneed man is, he would sell them to God

Clothes change our faces, our faces label us

They attract luxury rags in the back, on the back seat

It's clear that you are poor, stuck when you ride your bicycle

And it became a shame to drink water from the tap

The character of man can be seen from a distance

It's God's honey when people feel safe

As for me, I am here, black sheep in the crowd

Undress yourself of your character so that you can know me better

Miss Mary:

Poor or rich

Few are people among people

Cottage or palace

The same blood, different clothes

But only you know, mama

What armor I wear under my skin

When the way is hard, mama

I become a beast among the stars

But only you know, mama

What person my clothes hide

When the way is hard, mama

Leave the world to pull them off