We drink beer, wine,
No whiskey, no gin,
We love to the fullest
Bribery, corruption,
There's a lot that we don't know,
We ain't kidding
There's a tradition around here since we were young
We love having the dollars, we hate having a job
What do I care about global warming
We want dollar, dollar, the whales can die of easy life
Lots of problems, troubles
On our head, brother (lit. cousin)
Do you think we enjoy continuously
Bumping into them?
Bin Laden can come
To kidnap me, it's cool, it's nule
For all in country won't give a damn (lit. everyone in the country will have a pain in the ass)
We want money full, we don't rob banks, that's movies
We trick people and it's still working
Romanian style with no hood (the kind policemen wear), no guns
'Cus we ain't in the American movies
Stress is making victims
Don't you watch the news
At 5 o'clock you're live
With all the crimes.
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna live, I wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna live, I wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
Do you wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna, wanna get down
We love the villains, criminals
We defend them, we praise them more than dictators
Villains are tough when they have the money
But they become criminals when they've got no coin
Americans ride hard in their cars
They hit our singers
Latin spirit, we love very fiercely,
Tradati in Dragoste (lit. Betrayed in Love, is a tv show) is recorded with us, there's no doubt (lit. place)
Since strong drugs it's awesome in clubs
Girls get nude faster and faster
Sex is everywhere, in block halls,
In classrooms or at Private Spice non stop
It's really cool, minors are really hot/ good
For their 18th birthday they want gang bang, not cake
Europe thought we here to visit,
Surprise, we are here to invade it
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna live, I wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna live, I wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
Do you wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna, wanna get down
We don't care about Gaza or Irak,
Bring the fiddlers 'cus I've got money to throw away
'Cus people want to hear their name in a microphone
And money flows as if they throw it from the balcony
Every poor person has at least a phone,
At least one brand coat, at least to be a sir
Some drive cars more expansive than the house they live in,
Spend in club even the money they don't have
We like sports, we play football,
After matches it ends with boxing, that's how it is here,
We are a big family, we are like brothers,
But at times of trouble, we know well, we run from each other
We have a lot of churches 'cus we sin pretty often
Full of women, married for interest,
South-East, Romania, somewhere in the Balkans
When you land on the airport hold on tight to your money
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna live, I wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna live, I wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
Do you wanna carry on
Is this, Is this the life
I wanna, wanna get down (x2)