Fabrica de sperante - F.Charm, Aris

— Intr-o tara ca asta, sufli ca-ntr-o lumanare!

— Da' ce-ti inchipui ca-i slujba tarii, un han in care intri cand vrei si iesi

cand ti se nazare?

— Aici nu incape intoarcere pentru nimeni, nu exista decat inainte sau sus!

— Un singur lucru va cer, voi ati adus tara acolo unde este, voi s-o duceti

unde se cuvine sa fie!

Casa mea-i aici, dar ma simt strain

Fratii-s inamici in acelasi camin

Casa mea-i aici, eu stiu de unde vin

Pamantul meu ma striga sa ma raman putin

Strofa 1:

Imi iau inima-n dinti sa n-o ia altii-n picioare

Ca tara asta gri n-a mai vazut de mult soare

Astia mor cu zile ca n-au pile prin spitale

Ca n-au branduri pe toale si lux la picioare

C-am vazut oameni trecuti ce strangeau in palme-o paine

Cu grija zilei de maine ce-si plangeau viata de caine

Toate se platesc cand esti condamnat la viata

Cum orice kil de rosii il platesti la piata

Oare stim ce simte-un om ce-a trecut cu greu prin ani

Ce si-ar lua sfanta reteta sa-i lispsec 50 de bani

Oare-am lua cu dragoste unu din 10 orfani

In loc de mii de euro pe femei si lautari

Se-ntampla adesea nu numai pe cerul meu

Sa ma loveasca ploaia ca sa gust din curcubeu

Asteptam zile mai bune ocolite de finante

Ca viata-i un produs in fabrica de sperante!

Casa mea-i aici, dar ma simt strain

Fratii-s inamici in acelasi camin

Casa mea-i aici, eu stiu de unde vin

Pamantul meu ma striga sa ma raman putin

Strofa 2:

Sub un sacou nou, nu se-ascunde un lingou

Ca daca ai avea putere l-ai face cadou

Ca ce ti-e de prisos tie, face bucurie

Altuia sa puna ceva cald in farfurie

Heyo, am votat pentru o boala

Pentru tratament romanii pleaca-n afara

Intrebati aia de sus oare cat o sa mai tina

Ei raspund… nu suntem noi de vina

In timp ce-un frate cere sange-n disperare

Altii se-nchina la sampanii in pahare

In timp ce tara striga tare cat o tine

La toti copiii ei plecati in tari straine

Noi cei ramasi p-aici, stam inca in picioare

Sa credem baliverne cu ochii-n televizoare

Asteptam zile mai bune ocolite de finante

Ca viata-i un produs in fabrica de sperante

Casa mea-i aici, dar ma simt strain

Fratii-s inamici in acelasi camin

Casa mea-i aici, eu stiu de unde vin

Pamantul meu ma striga sa ma raman putin

- In a country like this, you blow like a candle!

- What do you think is the job of the country, an inn where you enter when you want and leave

when do you get nauseous?

- There is no return for anyone here, there is only before or up!

- One thing I ask you, you have brought the country where it is, you go

where it should be!

My house is here, but I feel like a stranger

Brothers are enemies in the same home

My house is here, I know where I come from

My land is calling me to stay a little longer

Verse 1:

I take my heart in my teeth so that no one else can stand it

Like this gray country, he hasn't seen the sun in a long time

They die for days because they have no batteries in hospitals

That they have no brands on their toes and luxury on their feet

I saw past people clutching bread in their palms

With the care of tomorrow they were crying their dog's life

All are paid when you are sentenced to life

Like you pay for a pound of tomatoes at the market

Do we know how a man who has been through the years feels?

What would the holy recipe take to give him 50 money?

Would we love to take one in 10 orphans?

Instead of thousands of euros for women and fiddlers

It often happens not only in my sky

Let the rain hit me to taste the rainbow

We are waiting for better days avoided by finances

That life is a product in the factory of hopes!

My house is here, but I feel like a stranger

Brothers are enemies in the same home

My house is here, I know where I come from

My land is calling me to stay a little longer

Verse 2:

Under a new jacket, no ingot is hidden

As if you had the power to give it away

Like what is superfluous to you, rejoice

Put someone else hot on the plate

Heyo, I voted for a disease

Romanians go abroad for treatment

Ask the above how long it will last

They answer, "It's not our fault."

While a brother asks for blood in despair

Others worship champagne in glasses

While the country shouts loudly

To all her children who went abroad

The rest of us are still standing

Let's face it - most people don't care

We are waiting for better days avoided by finances

That life is a product in the factory of hope

My house is here, but I feel like a stranger

Brothers are enemies in the same home

My house is here, I know where I come from

My land is calling me to stay a little longer