Hotel Cișmigiu [English translation]

Why are we singing this song?

So, I don't want anyone to judge me, understand?

I don't want anyone to judge me wrong, not to not judge me!

I want them to know exactly what it was.

I don't want people to say I made a cover

And to sell the disk and to have success.

Yeah, no... They have to know what Cișmigiu Hotel was...

That's not the problem..

Yeah, they have to know that Cismigiu hotel is the former home of the theater college and that there, one winter night, a girl collapsed in the elevator shaft and she didn't die immediately and nobody stepped in for three hours.

You know that? Nobody stepped in.

You see, people mustn't forget, it's a cruel reality, it's simply a cruel reality.

It's desolate, it's dark.. and I'm so afraid,

I live in a cellar, at the end of the hall,

I'm cold and I'm hungry, and I don't have a bit of money,

Happiness is in stock, but not even that do I have.

I don't even have money for bread, I haven't paid the rent either,

And they don't give vodka for nothing at "Omenia".

The press are roaming in the street and it's full of gypsies,

There is trash and there 'is' whores, but even those 'wants' money.

Chorus:

Welcome to the Hotel Cișmigiu!

Say: Such a lovely place,

Such a lovely place!

It's like a coffin.

Fuck you in Cismigiu Hotel,

I'm afraid and I'm shaking,

I'm afraid and I'm shaking

Of a new earthquake.

But I'm terribly glad and I'm smiling endlessly,

With a hyena's grin that has frozen anyway,

You ruined my youth, my health as well,

Go to hell, bunker called a hotel!

We're shitting in the dark, standing with our legs in piss.

This is not a place for me, I'm a delicate one.

I want a regular toilet and a so-so shower.

It's the Americans' fault, fuck them!