[Chorus]
Double standards on the table, bitter taste on the plate,
In the West it’s organic, in the East just chemical fate,
High prices, low wages, harsh reality’s mood,
The Romanian resists, but the burden is nude.
[Verse 1]
Same brands, but recipes split,
In Germany natural, Romania additives hit.
Benzoate and sorbate in every bite,
Eastern consumer, cancer in sight.
[Verse 2]
Water and juices, detergents, cosmetics,
Here they cost more, the numbers are tragic.
Artificially inflated, and they’ll stay that way,
What will you put on the table, brother? Romania’s decay.
[Chorus]
Double standards on the table, bitter taste on the plate,
In the West it’s organic, in the East just chemical fate,
High prices, low wages, harsh reality’s mood,
The Romanian resists, but the burden is nude.
[Verse 3]
Fuel at the pump, gas and electricity,
Prices to the stars though they’re our property.
Political hustlers tax with no shame,
In the West it’s luxury, here survival’s the game.
[Verse 4]
With low wages, kept in poverty’s chain,
Work is heavy, taxes insane.
In the West they live well, here we calculate tight,
Taxmen and banks keep us under their sight.
[Chorus]
Double standards on the table, bitter taste on the plate,
In the West it’s organic, in the East just chemical fate,
High prices, low wages, harsh reality’s mood,
The Romanian resists, but the burden is nude.
[Verse 5]
But from this no nation of wisdom will rise,
With cheap songs and beer, we won’t claim the prize.
My rap is the street’s voice, the cry from the square,
Beloved Romania, don’t you want to be rare?
[Verse 6]
From north to south, east to west,
The Romanian will rise, climb Everest.
We’re placed below by the European commission,
But we’ve got guts, we laugh at their mission.
[Chorus]
Double standards on the table, bitter taste on the plate,
In the West it’s organic, in the East just chemical fate,
High prices, low wages, harsh reality’s mood,
The Romanian resists, but the burden is nude.
[Verse 7]
It’s almost time for them to pay,
Rotten puppets with no school in the way.
The baker, the sailor, the physicist too,
You’ll get a knock at the door, the rooster sings “cuckoo.”
[Verse 8]
The Ciucis and Orbans must face the call,
You left a poor country stripped to the wall.
Arahat and Ghiorghiță, the law will pursue,
Don’t
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