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LUCACI FLORENTIN - BACK IN FORCE - ÎNAPOI ÎN FORȚĂ ENGLISH VERSION

LUCACI FLORENTIN - BACK IN FORCE - ÎNAPOI ÎN FORȚĂ ENGLISH VERSION

Well, I have found you, my dear smart parishioners
Creating magic again Lucaci Florentin – Arts
It is not a corner of this big troubled mad world
In which I was full of sadness not to have been once
A world now frightened, fearful and thoughtful
From the fangs of the war politic and army imbeciles
Of the old unjust and flimsy borders that have been broken
At the command of some guys with drones and smart signal
Humanity is in fear, cold, hunger and lawlessness
Subject to being squeezed, weakened by constitutions and laws
Made a long time ago by some square and blind torturers
With the sole purpose of being good and living like kings
Go out on special pensions at forty-five
With the unprecedented pensions of tens thousands money
The European Union is crying out to be abolished once and for all
Because we will no longer receive money and the programmed funds
But these lowly clans are at loggerheads with great states
They always motivate a lack of constitutionality
As if the constitution was made in the nineties
By Jesus himself and God, not by other blockheads
It's as if they were born with the lucky star on their forehead
They do not accept to respond for big or small mistakes
In which they put innocent people in prison
They wrongly made them pay compensation
They succeeded in abolishing SIIJ their rosy and big dream
Let no one accuse them of mistakes and put them in prison
Let them do what they want through prosecutors and courts
Through security and criminal or community police
Like some gods or demigods, they invoke intangibility
They do not respond like others but they bring death to others
God forbid you end up in their hands
They put you on the public pole of infamy and let you blind
Some don't even read civil or criminal files
They don't think, they don't judge, they have stupid brains instead
They then slap the wrong sentences and total nonsense
You wake up forced and taken to jail by the police on Friday
They don't have money for normal small pensions forever
Obtained with a lot of effort at the age of sixty-five
But for jerks specials they have money
The finance minister himself said on TV
In the government meeting surrounded by other rags
As for the European Union, where do I have money from?
Not only for unfeeling specials and for the rich
From the European funds we will pay jerks for a few years
And investments, welfare, development with what's left
It's all about living along well, not from today to tomorrow
The constitution of the nineties keeps getting in the way
As if it were the Bible that would remain forever
It doesn't matter anymore that it was made by communists
And maintained crookedly by their sons and security guards pigs
It's like a wooden coffin firmly nailed
With the stupid and offended Romanian people
And removed from the casket to produce discord and fear
I am afraid, I am more and more sure that they will kick us out of the EU
But this is not the worst thing that will happen
But a well-calculated war and a shining poverty
A devastating earthquake that takes your life and mine
But what is more draconian is another terrible horror
My daughter divorced in such tender harmony
Of the good life and gloomy prospects in Romania
Drafted by militia security guards and insensible special forces
In great danger of becoming prey for others
Because Cluj Sibiu Alba Iulia Turda also have German names
As Ukraine in the north is the biggest uncertain country
How Moldova is duplicitous, one-third Russified
How in the south is the same race and alphabet as in the north
Hungary wants to be big again led by a blind man
The Black Sea is full of mines, bombs and missiles
Romania can once again be divided into three packages
Especially since the economy is booming and perfectly sublime
But it's completely missing, it's no joke
And the budget of the small country is always insufficient
Like a prostitute payment on the sidewalk
To put estates and old women up to 70 to work
Only the jerks specials will be fine then
The talk of the good Romanian from communism
Which in capitalism has become a truism
Too much and pointless
Better a little and stupid
He who is diligent and works has everything he wants
Those who are stupid and lazy have the same things
Now it's fashionable to be in the illuminati
But with a commitment to security
Now we are good Masons
Those who do not fit there go to the Rotarians
Our parents and grandparents were vegetarians
We were hoping now to be put on top of everything
This is the thought of the stupid Romanian
If necessary we worship the king
Only to have money, whatever we choose
We cross ourselves and worship the Russians
When will they come with the tanks and the guns
On boots with blood from the north and mud
We kiss them enthusiastically and we all fraternize
We will all get drunk with Russian vodka
Multi-trick teachers and unfeeling specials
We will give them girls and wives for free
Just don't take our Oris wristwatches
But that would be nothing for us
Who give girls to Arabs in Dubai
Because it's been a trendy fashion for about a year
To make your daughter the fourth wife of a Muslim
Poor stuck to him in Arabia and without camels
And than a life of a lonely and helpless man
Better Romanian ugly fourth wife once a month
I am destroyed my daughter after a little divorce
For four years she lived with a dwarf
With small bulbous eyes she said nothing
He had no job, she had another hobby
He was fired from the microsoft call center
One day when I went to Bucharest
I found her house empty nothing on the walls
The new car was abandoned in the parking lot
No one knew where they would be
I ran to the militia in desperation
A lady prosecutor was just leaving
With a police woman who wore lipstick
I asked them crying where the girl was
As you didn't know, he went to Cluj with the dwarf
I thought I'd rather die in the army
Better yet, at least he's not Arab
He cannot have more than one wife
And even if he is poor, he doesn't die of heat
Cleaning camel dung by the fence
With 5 wives after him, isn't he retrograde?

LUCACI FLORENTIN
MAGIC POETRY GRANDMASTER
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