to Romania

words and music by balaurul Joe King

Why do they always keep smiling?

Why they don’t tell us the truth?

Why our future is dying?

And why we depress our youth?

Why do we kill our values?

Why  we pretend that we care?

Why do we build useless statues?

When we don’t have much to share?

And I don’t know why

They will never try

To make us see some good changes

Nothing left for hope

Nothing left to give

They want to sell us more dreams

They want to sell us more dreams

Why do you hate so much, brother?

Why can’t you  let me be who I am?

We must respect and help each other

And not to find somebody else to blame

 Why do they always keep lying

Why  they pretend that they care

They know, our future is dying

They know, there is nothing left to share

Who speak nice but do nothing

Why can’t we see they tell lies?

Why do we take those lies as something?

They want to sell us more dreams

They want to sell us more dreams