It's the place where you don't have the courage...you can't want anything
You can give it, but you can take it as well (meaning you can beat or you can be beaten)
'cause so much artfulness you can only see in Las Vegas
And you can't believe how fast some people change into *****s
It's the capital of Romania
It's Bucharest
It's more than that...
You have to proove your point
Romanian men and women
Gipsy men and women
The Government...the money...the policemen....the sneak-thiefs
The prison and the years (of conviction)...the district and the veterans
The children and the drugs...the guns...the drugs
You have to understand the business brother
On the streets you find everything....mixed
Over complicated...it's hard
Here we do our job
You'll always be here with us
It's no bickering but it's not a contract to be signed either
We are Mafia for life...brothers actually.
Refren:
You can pray
For miracles to happen
But you pick up what you seed (meaning you get what you ask for)
Run, run, the good guys are coming
You can pray
For miracles to happen
But you pick up what you seed (meaning you get what you ask for)
Run, run, the good guys are coming
I give radical solutions
Like all the good guys
That have built empires out of illicit business
cause on the streets you can get lethal wounds
When the guns smile under the street lamps
The bad guys keep on telling on and messing things up
Real leaders turn pale like flower buds
Forgotten by the florists in the sun
And the Police is proud now
Of catching such a big fish YES
The reactions go one after another
The policemen lie in the ditches
We count great resignations
Cause the candidate to the throne makes his way between concrete walls and monopolises everything
And I'm sure of myself
Cause you can only count on yourself
The policemen don't like me either
Anyway...
The Latin blood that is still running through my veines
Makes me be like Al Capone, you know it...
Refren/Chorus
Refren/Chorus
By the time fairytales were happening
People created the laws
That's when parties were defined
So the cards were thrown
The conflict changed the guns
In order to knock down the targets
The armour are now the jackets
That impede the bullets
But still the bleeding happens
The news show black images
Now they use the voices
The DNA tests, the documents
But still we can't see the signs
That the fights would be over
The Police gathered forces
To try and steal the streets from us
Maybe next year...