Salcamii [English translation]

This world is far too small for all of us

Or maybe I've come too late, I think

Maybe I should go back

Because I rushed to become big and I woke up surrounded by lunatics

The communication era, god, are you kidding?

I've arrived in the future but there's nobody for you to talk to

I don't know what is real anymore, who

Grab me by the hand, stay with me

I've been here since the times when I needed to escape

I was left by myself, trying to be normal

Time flies without me on autopilot

Everyone thinks they're sane when in fact

The acacias have gone mad

From so much springtime

They wander, bare, through the skies

With their whole souls on the outside

The green forests got drunk

The birds are scatterbrained

The acacias have gone mad

And you want me to be nice

And when nobody sees me

I hold my gram of dreams in my palm

To protect me from anyone

It turns my spring into autumn

And I begin to understand

That maybe this is part of the process

Some people remained near me, I hope that it wasn't out of convenience

I profit from each moment as much as I can

Because it's as if yesterday I was just stalling

Now it's pushing me forward

I've been here since the times when I needed to escape

I was left by myself, trying to be normal

Time flies without me on autopilot

Everyone thinks they're sane when in fact

The acacias have gone mad

From so much springtime

They wander, bare, through the skies

With their whole souls on the outside

The green forests got drunk

The birds are scatterbrained

The acacias have gone mad

And you want me to be nice

My mind flies over everything

Over worries and over people who I can't stand being among anymore

It flies and I lose myself in the horizon

Rumor has it that I've gone totally insane

My mind flies over everything

Over worries and over people who I can't stand being among anymore

It flies and I lose myself in the horizon

Rumor has it that I've gone totally insane

The acacias have gone mad

From so much springtime

They wander, bare, through the skies

With their whole souls on the outside

The green forests got drunk

The birds are scatterbrained

The acacias have gone mad

And you want me to be nice

• Artist:Spike (Romanian rapper)