Panarame [English translation]

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

We're broken of hunger, yet we want them fancy cars

Asorted in our right with beautiful girls

After years of work in foreign lands

We live in rent and we have cars by rent

It's full of Jeeps , of airs and graces, y'all be sure

'Cause if it'll be given by instalments, the country land it'll be work

with MIG-s

They all act like they own the world

When lots of them don't have in what "to blow into them spoons"

They've also taken themselves laptops

To roll on the HI5

They all wanna high live

Y'all better, get a life !!

I'm snapping my fingers,...at once

All of them to disappear

It's a beautiful country

Yet it's too bad that it's populated !!

If the Iraki kidnap me, why i'm complaining ...

Mom' promised me that it will redeem me with the "food stamps"

It's a world of greddy fucker*, rejected from the "heavens"

'cause they all nowadays dreams only that dough, doe'

Everybody wants them dough, like Columbeanu

But they're assaulted by fear

'Cause no father wants his daughter

To be like Monica

About dough, cars, gold

"Bored to hear about it "

I'm rollin' on my street dreaming ...

"At Hollywood"!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

With all money from the world you don't buy the sunshine

Times plays with us, it gets us older all the time

"You have the power to breath, yet you don't have what,

you're "choking"!

If the money would grow into the tree, we'd plant lots of forests!

In vain you go into the unknown of tomorrow

Most "beautiful" is the unknown of "good"

You know well that

Romanian people are poets, bohemians

And we want, we don't want

We don't know what we want, but we want !

We want all that we can't have

You can call out the heavens, 'cause still it'll not drop out from the sky!

They say to you starting from your childhood that you wouldn't do much

Accused that you roll too much, when you roll just a little bit

From the beasts with tens of thousands, with 4 wheels

They all are showing their "fangs", saying that you're not able

When politicians want more and more, same as you

On a "Wednesday", it all goes down the drain !

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Still on the street we are

Piles of dough we see

We all owe, 'cause we're

Tramp*!

Money "flyes" fast around here

"Anyhow, better to long after them"

Than to worry about them!

• Artist:Ombladon