Act 1 - Cheloo

Avem sange rosu, piele alba si bocanci negri

Ramanem albi si mandri inteligenti si integri

Vrem s-o duca copiii nostri mai bine decat noi

Cand ne ducem pe pulă si raman singuri sa aiba coi

Am dat destul inapoi cat a existat comunismul

Și am stat ani la coada sa cumparam autoturismul

Nu bagati nimic la cap vorbesc degeaba

Stati in cur vreti bani si sa va faca altu' treaba

Statu' n-are bani de scoli separa siamezi

Biserica promite si cere ca tu sa donezi

Am crescut intre blocuri cu mingea de 35

M-am racorit cu apa de la chiuveta si n-am mai murit

Mi-am luat bataie pana m-am dus si am inceput sa fac sport

Dar am uitat scopul si am inceput sa beau ca un porc

Mi-am facut primii prieteni ridicand sus paharu'

Si-am pierdut ani din viata veseli inecand amaru'

Vreau sa fac doar ce vreau sa fac in prezent

O ard ca un dement inconstient ramas repetent

Imi cheltui banii cu ura pana la ultimul cent

Imprumut altii cu nesimtire si dispar urgent

Nu va ganditi sa-mi construiti in pula mea un monument

Ca nu sunt omu lu' Dumnezeu si nici vreun descendent

Toata vorbaria asta e fix pula toti ma discuta

Iar eu nu mai suport linistea asta futută

Vand vise pe care ai putea sa le-mplinesti

Sau te deranjez căci ai putea sa nu te gandesti

Cand esti treaz esti coerent insa n-ai curaj

Cand esti matol esti lent nu poti sa alergi dupa miraj

Ma intristez grav sunt un dobitoc sinistru

Cand cant si esti serios ca un pui de ministru

Vreau s-o vad pe ma-ta zambindu-mi in sus trista

Privind angelic la mine cu ochi mari de muista

Zambesc ca tampitu' e zambetul meu natural

Da asta nu e fata mea e o masca veche de bal

Recunosc ca sunt roman nu-i o rusine s-o spun

Eu si cand stau degeaba sunt cel mai bun

Raman un mincinos in cautarea adevarului

Si privesc lumea obiectiv prin fundul sifonului

Toti imi intorc spatele pentru ca pula carisma

Asta nu e despartire e direct clisma

Va doresc o moarte violenta sau lenta

Sa-mi fac un scenariu nou nout la un ceai de menta

E asa de mare plictiseala ca ma dor ochii

Si nu pot sa-mi petrec duminica in familia ma-tii

Ritmu' e bomba.

Vorba mea-i tortura cu ceas

Vrei sa te calc in picioare?

pot sa fac primul pas

Sarbatoresc cea mai proasta zi din viata mea

Si fac asta zi de zi pana gasesc altceva

We have red blood, white skin and black boots

We remain white and proud, intelligent and upright

We want our children to do better than us

When we go on the dick and are left alone to have balls

I went back a long way to communism

And I waited in line for years to buy the car

Don't worry, I'm talking in vain

Stay in the ass you want money and do another job

The state has no money for separate Siamese schools

The church promises and asks you to donate

I grew up between blocks with the 35 ball

I cooled myself with water from the sink and never died

I took a beating until I left and started doing sports

But I forgot my purpose and started drinking like a pig

I made my first friends by raising the glass

I lost years of my life happily drowning in bitterness'

I just want to do what I want to do now

It burns like an unconscious dementia and keeps repeating itself

You spend my money on hate to the last penny

I borrow others insensibly and disappear urgently

Don't think of building a monument in my dick

That I am not a man of God or a descendant

All this talk is fixed, everyone is talking to me

And I no longer support this tranquility fucked

I'm selling dreams that you could fulfill

Or I bother you because you might not think

When you are awake you are consistent but you do not have the courage

When you are slow you are slow you can't run after mirage

I'm seriously saddened, I'm a sinister beast

When I sing and you're serious as a minister

I want to see you smiling up at me sadly

Angelically looking at me with wide eyes

I smile like a fool is my natural smile

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either

I admit that I'm Romanian, it's not a shame to say it

I'm the best when I'm in vain

I remain a liar in search of the truth

And I look at the world objectively through the bottom of the siphon

Everyone turns their backs on me because my dick is charismatic

This is not a parting, it is a direct enema

I wish you a violent or slow death

Let me make a brand new scenario for a mint tea

It's so boring that my eyes hurt

And I can't spend Sunday with my family

Rhythm and bomb.

My word is torture with the clock

Do you want me to step on you?

I can take the first step

I'm celebrating the worst day of my life

And I do this every day until I find something else