Dansul banilor [English translation]

Chorus:

If you live just for money, you have a bankrupt soul

You collect your whole life, but it seems that it still isn't enough

If love of money, money, money, in your world is feeling

You become absent in your life . . . and money isn't a bandage

For a long time, money has had the world at its feet, if you don't have it, you dream in debt

Because money always breeds dirty thoughts, even in your childhood heroes

You know what's funny? That we do it to fools

When money turns people into monsters

Because sometimes even our folks

Are lost behind the mask

I've seen families which, for money

Don't call each other, don't talk for many years

Because supposedly their bag of silver

Has a spot on the list of happy people

It's the dance of the money, I've learned how much it hurts

When they even bought souls which weren't for sale

It's the dance of the money, I've learned how much it hurts

When they even bought souls which weren't, weren't for sale

Chorus:

If you live just for money, you have a bankrupt soul

You collect your whole life, but it seems that it still isn't enough

If love of money, money, money, in your world is feeling

You become absent in your life . . . and money isn't a bandage

And money doesn't change people, but it highlights their character, it brings all sorts of problems

And fake smiles appear at the percent, they don't miss the call, they control their wallets

But all the money in the world can't make two cents

If you don't have anyone to enjoy life with, to share with

I see people who are sad, yet rich

I'm not saying that you don't need to run after money

But in exchange give time, years

Then tell me when you're old

With what money can you buy another youth?

It's the dance of the money, I've learned how much it hurts

When they even bought souls which weren't for sale

It's the dance of the money, I've learned how much it hurts

When they even bought souls which weren't, weren't for sale

Chorus:

If you live just for money, you have a bankrupt soul

You collect your whole life, but it seems that it still isn't enough

If love of money, money, money, in your world is feeling

You become absent in your life . . . and money isn't a bandage

You, you, don't you see how the years are passing?

And everyone dances to the money's singing

You, you, don't you see how the years are passing?

And everyone dances to the money's singing

• Artist:Vescan