The country is a garden;
Bucharest, a flower
I walk on the sidewalk with dirty feet
What insensitivity! I’m an ass
In fact, I’m a stray dog
The standard of living is greatly increased
The pig is fat and the trees fruitful
From across Europe they came to see
But I found myself on the street
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Castrate me, castrate me,
Or, if you like, euthanize me,
Because your only problem
is me, the stray dog.*
The banking system is unanimously praised.
Politics is lily white.
The cow gives milk, a hen lays eggs
but I don’t fit in the scene.
Wherever you look, only smiling faces.
The country is simply flourishing.
Enough with unemployment,
with inflation as well.
Please, hit me on my snout!
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