Dulce Românie - Afo, Doc

Bratele nervoase

Arma de tarie

Fii tai traiasca

Dulce Romanie

De ce sa mint ca eu nu simt?

Nu sunt roman adevarat ca nu stiu imnul pe de rost

Sau nu sunt barbat

Eu m-am nascut aici defapt la Marea albastra

Pe 7 august, '82, intr-o zi frumoasa

Pe unde am umblat, pe unde am fost

Unde m-am dus, de unde m-am intors

Am spus la toti ca sunt roman recunosc

Si am fost luat de bun, si am fost luat de prost

Dar sunt pareri si contra

Acum ma doare-n pula de Basescu, x-ulescu sau de Ponta

Frate stii ca tot am ADN de dat

Si tupeul de roman, ce sa fac cu bomba

Am bunul simt dar tu nu-l simti

Ca ai pelicula pe ochi si in cap numai paraziti

Trag aer in plamani, ma rog pentru stapan

Ca ce e la romani, e ca la nebuni

Bratele nervoase

Arma de tarie

Fii tai traiasca

Dulce Romanie

Iti admir formele ridate in timp ce-ti strabat trupul

Eu, una din albinele dezbinate ce-au uitat stupul

Zeu intre zei sunt un zmeu intre zmei

Nu e usor sa te strecori dar iata-ma greu intre grei

Ca ai mei mi-au lasat hectare intregi din a ta carne

Mi-e lene ma-ntelegi sa trag cu ele ca nu-s arme

De-aia le-am vandut

O parte unui arab avut, o parte unui rus tacut

Apoi m-am pus pe baut si-am ras satisfacut!

Cea mai fina masina, zilnic o alta tipa sublima

Eram tipul ce-o plimba c-un timbru sub limba

A doua zi tot eu tipul ce-o schimba

Doamne fereste!

Cum sa nu fiu cel ce traieste fie ce clipa

Acum sunt un sclav supus si trag pentru rus

Caci era mea a apus exact cand eram atat de sus

Arabul si-a deschis cazino, acolo am dus ultima mie

Si asa te-am vandut pe nimic, Dulce Romanie!

Bratele nervoase

Arma de tarie

Fii tai traiasca

Dulce Romanie

Nervous arms

The weapon of strength

Your life

Sweet Romania

Why should I lie that I don't feel?

I'm not a true novelist because I don't know the anthem by heart

Or I'm not a man

I was actually born here at the Blue Sea

On August 7, '82, on a beautiful day

Where I went, where I was

Where I went, where I came back from

I told everyone I was Romanian, I admit

And I was taken for granted, and I was taken for a fool

But there are opinions and cons

Now my dick hurts from Basescu, x-ulescu or Ponta

Brother, you know I still have DNA to give

And the audacity of the novel, what to do with the bomb

I have common sense but you don't feel it

That you have the film on your eyes and in your head only parasites

I breathe in my lungs, I pray for the master

Like the Romans, it's like crazy

Nervous arms

The weapon of strength

Your life

Sweet Romania

I admire your wrinkled shapes as you traverse your body

Me, one of the bees that forgot the hive

God among gods is a kite among dragons

It's not easy to sneak in, but it's hard for me

Like mine, they left me whole acres of your meat

I'm lazy, you know, I shoot them because they're not weapons

That's why I sold them

Part of a wealthy Arab, part of a silent Russian

Then I got drunk and laughed contentedly!

The finest car, another sublime girl every day

I was the guy walking her with a stamp under her tongue

The next day I was the guy who changed it

God forbid!

How can I not be the one who lives at any moment

Now I am a submissive slave and shoot for the Russian

Because mine was gone just when I was so high

The Arab opened his casino, I took the last one there

And that's how I sold you for nothing, Sweet Romania!

Nervous arms

The weapon of strength

Your life

Sweet Romania