Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
We're broken of hunger, yet we want them fancy cars
Asorted in our right with beautiful girls
After years of work in foreign lands
We live in rent and we have cars by rent
It's full of Jeeps , of airs and graces, y'all be sure
'Cause if it'll be given by instalments, the country land it'll be work
with MIG-s
They all act like they own the world
When lots of them don't have in what "to blow into them spoons"
They've also taken themselves laptops
To roll on the HI5
They all wanna high live
Y'all better, get a life !!
I'm snapping my fingers,...at once
All of them to disappear
It's a beautiful country
Yet it's too bad that it's populated !!
If the Iraki kidnap me, why i'm complaining ...
Mom' promised me that it will redeem me with the "food stamps"
It's a world of greddy fucker*, rejected from the "heavens"
'cause they all nowadays dreams only that dough, doe'
Everybody wants them dough, like Columbeanu
But they're assaulted by fear
'Cause no father wants his daughter
To be like Monica
About dough, cars, gold
"Bored to hear about it "
I'm rollin' on my street dreaming ...
"At Hollywood"!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
With all money from the world you don't buy the sunshine
Times plays with us, it gets us older all the time
"You have the power to breath, yet you don't have what,
you're "choking"!
If the money would grow into the tree, we'd plant lots of forests!
In vain you go into the unknown of tomorrow
Most "beautiful" is the unknown of "good"
You know well that
Romanian people are poets, bohemians
And we want, we don't want
We don't know what we want, but we want !
We want all that we can't have
You can call out the heavens, 'cause still it'll not drop out from the sky!
They say to you starting from your childhood that you wouldn't do much
Accused that you roll too much, when you roll just a little bit
From the beasts with tens of thousands, with 4 wheels
They all are showing their "fangs", saying that you're not able
When politicians want more and more, same as you
On a "Wednesday", it all goes down the drain !
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Still on the street we are
Piles of dough we see
We all owe, 'cause we're
Tramp*!
Money "flyes" fast around here
"Anyhow, better to long after them"
Than to worry about them!