The army is on the street
it's a big danger
They shoot out all the working ladies,
but Rodica is on her feet!
Whoever said that we don't have history?
Whoever said that we have no memory?
Rodica is the proof
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
That's how it always was
when the Rodica-named ladies were one...
One only thought, one only aim
One only dream, one only goal:
To rip her and turn her into a flag!
Rodica is the mother of all sons,
daughter of all mothers
Housewife of all the people
man of all the housewives
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Rodica is the salvation of all sick
the sick of all salvations
Joy of all babies,
baby of all joys
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!
Through her, we can have the same goal:
Let's rip her and turn her into a flag!