2018.03.03.
Flowers of mold !
Is about prisons, cells, old people hospices, mental asylums..God, where have i been till' now, i must say the truth about
the sorrows of the Romanian Nation!!
Is about them kids , the Down syndrome and the 'angels yah !!
That a a life spent it in a chair', at birthday party they don't have a clown
At the Obregia too many narcoman kids ..
Psychologists dries out parents of money
And from 'the coma' if the kid goes surviving, without 'machines they
won't know
Till than the cardiac muscle must beat
Life is important, them drogs are plain suicide !
See it , how a prostitute can grow a girl
And an poor orphan to become the best father !!
It's about Flowers of mold'
About all the poors of the Lord that are going into heaven !!
Chorus :
Around you, ya gonna see only flowers of mold
That are crawling on the earth to reach in heaven
No one born a saint wasn't, here that's how it goes !!!!
The price is high , so either ya succed or ya don't succed !!x2
Nowhere isn't written, that life is sweet!
Life's takin' ya upon wings of angels , fallen walking by
On the road towards the cross
And your heart cries out, when ya see around you so much pain ...
'Cause you'd like to make more for them, and it isn't in your power!
God the society is asleep, seems like is on sleeping pills'
In conditions more and more severe, 'heavy chans' that leaves 'marks'
And condemned souls are fading with the light in their eyes
Is not a newscast,....this is the cruel reality , i can't ignore it, ya feel me!?
Ya know that today goes by, tomorrow isn't sure
But there's no way for i to forget the sad past
The victims of the Communist regime...
The Pitesti phenomeno, the Romanian important peeps sentenced
With no excuse ..priests and scribes that have faded inside a gutter
And the leaderships sells slogans about fairness
Humanity...while ya realise that from among all the rights
They let you only the right to DIE
Bro' It's about Flowers of mold'
About all the poors of the Lord that are going into heaven !!
Chorus :
Around you, ya gonna see only flowers of mold
That are crawling on the earth to reach in heaven
No one born a saint wasn't, here that's how it goes !!!!
The price is high , so either ya succed or ya don't succed !!x2
It goes for the HIV peeps, the diabetics, the epileptics
The kids with syphilis , abandonned by them DR's
The orphans that wash windshields among the intersections
They don't have time for lessons, don't emit either any pretensions
Of a school or a normal development
KNow nothing on the social integration or any moral value
There are so many dramas, so many mothers of kids that
donated organs
But praise to You Lord ...
Although i'm seeing old people inside asylums
In dirty, cold and others hostile conditions
Some ... still are praising You 'cause you give them so many days
It goes for kids stucked in wheelchairs
Driven at the edge of their society
Prey of the ignorance of the others and less of their disability
Happy being despite their health state !
It goes for those that endure with dignity the abuse of the authorities!
'Cause Jesus had endure without a say, but obeyed
He said that the suffering is glory up there ..
And is like that !!
I'm reaping lots of flowers of molds' for all the the poors of the Lord
That are going into heaven !!
Chorus :
Around you, ya gonna see only flowers of mold
That are crawling on the earth to reach in heaven
No one born a saint wasn't, here that's how it goes !!!!
The price is high , so either ya succed or ya don't succed !!x2