Tara Arde - Cabron, Deliric

Asta-i tara mea, tara lui, tara noastra

Si vreau sa fie tara in care fi-miu sa creasca

Sa-nvete limba, steagu', sa vada meleagu'

Da sa il feresc de cei care dau cu noroi in cadru

Ca e frumos la noi, au spus-o si strainii

Unii zic ca e a lor cand uita ca noi am fost primii

Si-ar trebui sa ii mai amendam

Nu sa ne-aplecam si sa ne prefacem ca ne bucuram

Si ce dracu tot halim la cuburi de zahar?

Zici ca tara asta-i cumparata de vreu «maher»

Si cateodata ma si sperie gandul ca Romania se transforma-ncet in Daniela Crudu

Si-acum are si-o logica forma de peste:

E un peste bolnav care se tot rasuceste

Dar pan' la urma sunt sigur ca se trezeste

Si tot pan' la urma sunt sigur ca reuseste!

Tara arde si n-au niciun gand s-o scape

Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…

Tara plange, de parc-o taie-n jumatate

Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…

Tara arde… aia mari sunt la gratar

Ii pun p-astia mici pe jar, scalda zambete-n pahar

Sorb licoarea din sudoarea si din lacrimile noastre

Oare curge-acelasi sange si prin venele albastre?

Oglinda ti-e patata.

Nu se teme de rasplata?

Mi-ai pus visele in groapa, esti cu mana pe lopata

Stingi lumina de la capat, eu orbecai prin pasaj

Ca tu ai obrazul gros, nu-mi vezi roa de pe-obraji

D-aia-mi promit ca prind curaj, inspre tine sa fac pasi

Ca-s satul de porcii grasi si de-ai lor din anturaj

Ce mi-au lasat tara gaj si-au vandut al meu oras

Ori ajungem toti borfasi, ori te facem sa ne lasi

Ca-s un dac mandru si sunt fiul lu' Traian

Sunt fratele lu' Cuza, Horea, Closca si Crisan

Sunt valah viteaz, sunt var cu Vladimirescu

Sunt Stefan, sunt Mihai, sunt roman, sunt Eminescu

Tara arde si n-au niciun gand s-o scape

Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…

Tara plange, de parc-o taie-n jumatate

Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…

Tara arde si nu arde de la soare

Tara plange si plange doar cand o doare

Si cand o arde vreo unu prost lumea il vede

Da' cand joaca niste teatru bun lumea il crede

Tara moare si nu au nicio solutie

Mai are rost sa facem alta revolutie?

Alta revolutie…

Sa moara lumea fara nicio rezolutie

Tara arde si n-au niciun gand s-o scape

Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…

Tara plange, de parc-o taie-n jumatate

Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…

Tara arde… arde…arde

This is my country, his country, our country

And I want it to be the country where I grew up

To learn the language, the flag, to see the land

Let me protect him from those who get muddy in the frame

That it is beautiful in our country, the foreigners also said

Some say it's theirs when they forget we were the first

We should fine them again

Let's not bend over backwards and pretend we're happy

And what the hell are we doing with sugar cubes?

You say this country is bought by some "maher"

And sometimes I am scared by the thought that Romania is slowly turning into Daniela Crudu

And now it has a logical fish shape:

It's a sick fish that keeps twisting

But in the end, I'm sure he'll wake up

And in the end, I'm sure he'll succeed!

The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping

You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that

The country is crying, as if it were cut in half

You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that

The country is burning - those big ones are grilled

I put these little ones on the fire, bathe smiles in the glass

I suck the liquor from our sweat and tears

Does the same blood flow through the blue veins?

Your mirror is a potato.

Aren't you afraid of the reward?

You put my dreams in the pit, you're with your hand on the shovel

Turn off the light from the beginning, I blindfolded through the passage

Since you have a thick cheek, you can't see the gnaw on my cheeks

That's why I promise to take courage to take steps towards you

I'm the village of fat pigs and their entourage

What they left my country pledge and they sold my city

Either we all get bored, or we make you leave us

I'm a proud Dacian and I'm Trajan's son

They are Cuza's brother, Horea, Closca and Crisan

I am a brave Wallachian, I am a cousin of Vladimirescu

I'm Stefan, I'm Mihai, I'm Romanian, I'm Eminescu

The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping

You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that

The country is crying, as if it were cut in half

You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that

The country burns and does not burn from the sun

The country cries and cries only when it hurts

And when a fool burns it, people see it

But when he plays some good theater, people believe him

The country is dying and they have no solution

Does it make sense to make another revolution?

Another revolution

Let the world die without any resolution

The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping

You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that

The country is crying, as if it were cut in half

You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that

Tara arde… arde… arde