Za mother with biciu’n mine

Trasnaie mai mare nu am auzit … luati de aici hit’ul momentului …

Melody: Cristian Nastase
Lyrics: Constantin
As a child you know a priest,
He can be an evil beast,
He can hang you out to dry,
Like our God against the sky.

He has power to abuse,
And position to misuse,
He can guide a little child,
But his appetites are wild.

We should be analytical,
When we look at hypocritical,
As a boy to take the blame,
When many more have seen the same.

Oh my father, oh my mother,
Why were you not there?
Oh my father, oh my mother,
The pain too much to bear.

When you feel so all alone,
Noone wants to hear you moan,
They will say you just complain,
Noone wants to see your pain.

Then the media start to mix,
And the dirty crucifix,
They start to tell their lies,
They don’t really care who dies.

Not just an evil few,
And chase you down the street,
What do they want to defeat?
What do they want to defeat?

They want to give you blame,
Isn’t this a tragic shame?
They want to give you blame,
Isn’t this a tragic shame?
They want to give you blame,
Isn’t this a tragic shame?
They want to give you blame,
Isn’t this a tragic shame?