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Onoare - Live

A dispărut de mult se pare,
Orice bun simț, gest sau bună purtare
Orice vis neșters din clasele primare
Sistemul de om mare e eroare.
Țara asta merge singură la vale,
Cavalerii nu mai au nicio onoare,
Fură organizat într-o mare dezorganizare
Si asta e un mare semn de întrebare
E lumea a treia, cam aici ai nimerit
Scapa cine poate, restul s-au obisnuit
Debransati de la conditii de trait
Tinerii se intreaba cu ce dracu au gresit
Am intalnit si romani fericiti, doar pe afara
Am intalnit si romani pacaliti, cam o tara
Am intalnit si romani linistiti, prima oara
Dar e a nu stiu cata oara cand e o lipsa clara de...
Onoare, e
Ceva ce multa lume n-are, e
Toti se calca in picioare
Doar pentru atatea lucruri fara valoare
E vorba de onoare, e
Ceva ce multa lume n-are, e
Toti se calca in picioare
Doar pentru atatea lucruri fara valoare
Ne-au zis "inchideti ochii, asta e viitorul"
Si-am iesit in strada aproape tot poporul
Cand am castigat, am gaurit si tricolorul
Crezi ca am fi facut la fel daca am fi stiut adevarul?
E ca am inventat si avionul
Insa toate ne-au zburat din maini la fel ca patrimoniul
Toti romanii au sarbatorit in doliu
Nu au castigat o tara, doar un teritoriu
Ca fiecare trage pentru el, pentru cheltuieli
Pentru inca nu stiu cate primaveri
Si nu e nimic personal, dar n-a fost vreodata altfel
Noi nu ne-am ajutat, n-am invatat din greseli
Sa mor pentru tara? Zi-mi, de ce sa fac asta?
Cand tara asta moare inaintea mea
Si partea cea mai grea e ca o simte fiecare
Ca in continuare e o totala lipsa de...
Onoare, e
Ceva ce multa lume n-are, e
Toti se calca in picioare
Doar pentru atatea lucruri fara valoare
E vorba de onoare, e
Ceva ce multa lume n-are, e
Toti se calca in picioare
Doar pentru atatea lucruri fara valoare
Triunghiul Mortii:
Traim, domnule, intr-o lume fara onoare si fara limite morale.
Cum as putea fi fericit? Poate dumneavoastra, oamenii politici,
S-o duceti altfel. Vorbiti de clasa noastra politica, ei bine,
Ea confirma ca am ajuns o tara plina de secaturi. O tara minora,
Cazuta rusinos la examenul de capacitate in fata europei.
Aici ne-au adus politicienii ordinari! Hotii,
Improvizati astazi in moralisti.
Ministrii ce s-au vandut o viata-ntreaga.
Parlamentari contrabandisti. Boala o avem in suflet,
Exista o epidemie infricosatoare de meningita morala,
Iar tara trebuia sa ajunga aici tarata pe marginea
Prapastiei de unii conducatori care sunt hoti la drumul mare.
Onoare, e
Ceva ce multa lume n-are, e
Toti se calca in picioare
Doar pentru atatea lucruri fara valoare
E vorba de onoare, e
Ceva ce multa lume n-are, e
Toti se calca in picioare
Doar pentru atatea lucruri fara valoare

Honour - Live

It seems honour has long gone missing,
Any common sense, decency, or good manners you're dismissing
Any dreams left from elementary school seem to fade quickly
The adult system is clearly not working
This country is spiraling down on its own,
The knights have lost all of their honour
They steal in an organized fashion with no order
This is a big question mark
This is the third world, you've just stumbled upon it, my dear
Save yourself if you can, everyone else has grown accustomed to it
Disconnected from the conditions of life
Young people ask themselves what they've done wrong
I've met happy Romanians, but only abroad
I've also met Romanians who've been tricked, almost the entire country
I've met peaceful Romanians, but that was a while ago
But this is not the first time there's been a clear lack of…
Honour, it's
Something many people don't have, it's
Everyone steps on each other
For things that have no value
It's about honour, it's
Something many people don't have, it's
Everyone steps on each other
For things that have no value
They told us to close our eyes, that this was the future
And almost everyone took to the streets
And when we won, we even put holes in the Romanian flag
Do you think we would have done the same if we had known the truth?
It's like we invented the plane
But then it fell right out of our hands, like our national heritage
All Romanians celebrated in mourning
They hadn't won a country, just a territory
As everyone wants everything for themselves
For who knows how many more springs
And this isn't personal, but it's never been any different
We haven't helped each other, we haven't learned from our mistakes
Die for my country? Tell me, why should I do that?
When this country is dying before my very eyes
And the hardest part is that everyone can feel it
As there's still a complete lack of…
Honour, it's
Something many people don't have, it's
Everyone steps on each other
For things that have no value
It's about honour, it's
Something many people don't have, it's
Everyone steps on each other
For things that have no value
The Triangle of Death:
Sir, we live in a world without honour or morals.
How can I be happy? Maybe you, the politicians
Are doing well. You speak of our political class, well,
It confirms that we have become a country full of useless people. A minor country,
That has failed its test of competence in front of Europe.
This is where ordinary politicians have brought us! Thieves,
Who have suddenly become moralists.
Ministers who have sold themselves their entire lives.
Smuggling parliamentarians. The disease is in our soul,
There's a terrible epidemic of moral meningitis,
And the country was bound to end up here, dragged to the edge of the
Precipice by some leaders who are highway robbers.
Honour, it's
Something many people don't have, it's
Everyone steps on each other
For things that have no value
It's about honour, it's
Something many people don't have, it's
Everyone steps on each other
For things that have no value