About 2007...
If you're working day after day you won't have time for your kids,
Say then if you know, how you're going to educate them, how you're
going to be,
Besides them when it will be hard, when you're always missing,
And you're gonna cry, 'cause your son becomes a tramp...
He's serving alcohol around the block and inhales smoke after lights it up,
Sit like you don't know it all, when they all know him as a vagabond
And you don't know in which class he is, in B, in C or in D
You have to admit honestly that you still don't know the problems ..
You come home tired, take a shower, wife watches worried,
At the water meters, to see how much the hot water will cost,
It means that you're living in Romania, it's a strange thing,
And no one will be able ever to understand too well,
We're here, we're living poorly, and you're staring at your path,
And you realise that you've gone the wrong way, so it sucks.. really,
You left some years behind, you gone through everything,
unfortunately you have few rewards, leave the unfinished facts
And it pushes you,
When you look to see what you've put in your bag
Or count how many rates you give for what you've taken in your house
You're putting the bottles on the table, but you won't ever escape
the thought that you've left a whole list for another time ...
To live at a block, you're not comfortable, ... you feel that you don't have room
Like a claustrophobic, you're stressed 'cause you haven't advanced at all...
You're feeling like to burn it all and to leave, it's too ugly ...
But no path can't take you back to the past
Chorus x2 Nobody Else
What do you do when your life isn't really the way you've imagined and
You're realising that you have way too little from what you've wished
You're remembering your dreams, through what you've been, all
that it was...
Ombladon
Do what you must do, now as long as it'll still matter...
The poverty gets in your house more and more often
And it finds you, dreaming two hoes in latex
Go on and start working, say the ones looking at you
You hate them for this, that's why you don't have any complex
With an empty fridge , you're nurturing yourself with dreams
They create addiction, yet they're not prohibited
Friends want you, your enemies are dead, your parents will leave, women want your money ...
Rejected by society, at night with the boys
Be it a beer and be it a joint, you're strolling without friends,
With a car broken down, in which when it rains, it rains,
You don't give a fuck, of course ...It's not a new one,
You don't put much price on clothes, you just sit ...
And don't give two cents about anything ...'cause you don't
have them....
It's easy what I've said, forget it all....
But keep your head up, you're only an average Romanian.
Chorus x2
Ombladon:
Yo..
The way the dealer divides to the left and right the grams...
The same way life gives in left and right slaps
Watch out, life heats you up, breaks you, beats you and still
At the end of the days at your head "the cross puts it and" takes
from ya...the hope of being happy
That's why i'm feeling trapped in a war like a soldier from Kuwait
I lift up my enraged look, i see the light , it fades magically
I'm like a boomerang that returns into the dark...everlasting...
Surrounded of fake friends, of scalawags..
Of hoes of opposite sex...with an angelic face I say...
I'd cause to y'all so much pain, i'd fuck y'all in the mouth
I'd dump y'all in the forest , dressed in camouflage
Courage i have, don't have a job, i have a chainsaw, y'all run you
My soulmate is a bitch so I'm gonna put her to breathe with her
head in a bag...
Hhhaaa!
I don't need us, nor you need me and maybe ....
I'm gonna fuck everyone, everyone, everyone in the mouth! I still go over everyone