Brother, when you were born I was away but I still remember
When I came back and I saw you, you were as big as a fist
Time passed, now you're 9 and a half
You begin to experience a lot from life
And everything appeals to you and soon you will crave
'Cause there's a lot to do on the streets of Bucharest
First of all, stay away from heroin like it's the Devil
And if you start drinking, don't go crazy
Don't start stealing, swindling or robbing people
Because you have the chance of going on a much better path
No matter what, don't back out when you're right
But don't waste time either, brother
You know you have to expect good things from life,
But also be prepared for the trouble that's coming
Because the world has always been crazy and evil
Brother, if you can, be better than them.
Wait...
It's too early now...
You can still dream...
The world is not what you think...
Don't rush into seeing it...
It's not about me or my mates
Or my brothers, but if they are the ones
Who make you want to be like them, let me tell you something:
Brothers will still be brothers when mates tell you "bye"
So yeah, trust who you think you should
And be careful not to do everything you see
'Cause you see whisky, you drink bottles of it, you make connections, you plot
You're at an age when you rush into growing up
Right? Imagine something else now
There's your family at your funeral
You don't look so good, your mother's crying
If she could, she would die too
So young and you died, you were in a rush (You're dead!)
Much too little in this mad world
What the fuck am I saying, for all I care you can die
You can pump yourself full of heroin until you're dead.
Wait...
It's too early now...
You can still dream...
The world is not what you think...
Don't rush into seeing it...
The world is crazy, I see children who are way older than me
With grey hair who still can't tell right from wrong
I express hard emotions through fine words for you
It's you against everyone since you're young, remember
You don't have an ID yet but you've long forgotten about being a child
And you think about hustling, getting rich
You know a lot of movies can be made about poverty but not a comedy
And it's a bad day, a bad month, a bad year
Your mother's wondering and you are furious because you're powerless
You start stealing with no use because you have no luck
And life turns to chaos
Too much for a stressed out child, worried
With all the hardships that fall onto him overnight
They don't let you breathe, they're pushing down on you
Can anyone bring you back to reality?
Yes! You! Don't risk your life for some coins
Not even if it looks like you have closed doors in front of you
It's only up to you, through deeds and words
To get closer to what you now call dreams.
Wait...
It's too early now...
You can still dream...
The world is not what you think...
Don't rush into seeing it...