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It's not about money, and it's not about wars
And 'to be' or 'not to be' is not the question at all
When people are busy dying
From hunger in my country, in an agrarian country
And honestly, look, I really tried
To love a green country, but with an expired date
With a pseudo-treasure buried in the depths
With glass values and armored stupidity
I shuddered to feel pride for the plai
Unfortunately, it is too full of paradox and mold
Of people who still believe in two-ruble sausage
Of children looking through ads for prostitutes
Of people who instead of Eminescu or Esenin
I keep all Lenin's books on the shelf in the big house
All kinds of thugs milking her like a cow
Too many heroes used to swallow and keep quiet
It can be seen that someone forgot a long time ago
To give way to culture and close the faucet with shit
It's not worth it anymore and I'm not going to
Let me at least give it a chance, sorry, but it's already in my throat
I've been fighting windmills for two and a half years
I gave too much, but in return, I received too little
I'm sorry, I'm getting beat up, Moldova, R.I.P
Passport-n teeth
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Moldova is when you smile at the border
Someone seems to be erasing people with an eraser
And those who are left are surviving as best they can
Like they cut them with a pen or didn't erase them at all
Moldova is when money forgives sins
When cemeteries become larger than villages
Moldova is when the prosecutor bought them
And you stand in front of him and think that your life is a prank
That's when they promised you a bright future
And then they gave you a choice: with or without Vaseline
When an entire people lives a ghetto life
And the servants of the people drink Hennessy X.O
When the pension was like a ticket to the circus for old people
And they blame the Russians or the Romanians as usual
When instead of hope, only emotions remained
When parents cry on Skype and grandparents raise grandchildren
It can be seen that someone forgot a long time ago
To give way to culture and close the faucet with shit
It's not worth it anymore and I'm not going to
Let me at least give it a chance, sorry, but it's already in my throat
I've been fighting windmills for two and a half years
I gave too much, but in return, I received too little
I'm sorry, I'm getting beat up, Moldova, R.I.P
Passport-n teeth
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