Anti CSD [English translation]

Are you looking for the woman or are you looking for the smoke?

A good person that makes us ashes ...

That we hover through the streets like Vanea the madman,

Who smokes everything that burns ... except tobacco.

I am an antialchemist, turning gold into lead.

I melt it and then I drink it down to the ground.

The bitter taste is to turn me into a gun,

So that I can blast everything out of my way.

You, listen to what I say to you here:

The plague of the soul is not washed away with soap.

So it was always, so it is now -

A flail is a flail. A leader is a leader!

Get out of here, buddy ... so you shut up ...

That your soul will be warm and you want to pull it out of you ...

That you put her next to you and she asks you how you are,

That you speak to her with a closed mouth

And then reconcile you with her.

You scumbag, you threaten me?

You see that you cannot do anything.

I created you, boy, Bucharest's Carla's Dreams.

There is you only because I gave you the idea to ...

Which you have sold over the Pruth (river on the border between Romania and Moldova).

If I had not passed over the Pruth, old boy

You would have died of hunger like a dog.

So do not provoke me and I will not attack you.

I do not care to please you ...

Better being a dog than selling yourself as you do!

You and everything you do disappears! I'll stay in the hearts !

Come, do not lie. You know yourself too well:

The memory of most does not stay!

This the time will show but I bet you will be in some years

a nobody ...

Without name and without money.

And you will come to me, that I may help you fraternally

And then we'll see "how much, whose and who!"

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet ...

Such clear words are not in our character.

But this is the only way we preserve

the knitted tradition.

We are redesigning our compass anew to go on.

Cousin or brother, justice or reality.

Democracy - presented by too many who have it all.

We argue because we like it.

Seven winegrowers, health, freedom and peace.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet ...

Such clear words are not in our character.

But this is the only way to preserve it

the knitted tradition.

We are redesigning our compass anew to go on.

Cousin or brother, justice or reality.

Democracy - presented by too many who have it all.

We argue because we like it.

Seven wineglasses, health, freedom and peace.

• Artist:Carla's Dreams