Roumania is not a land of milk and honey for us sadly

The skies are dark
as thunder rolls
across an open sky
dos seemingly are feeling it
the hatred that does lie
in the hearts of many
a sad sign of the times
a haunting sighing melody
that drops and then it climbs
into our very psyche
its sinister and we feel
so pained to even be here
the agony is real
the canine tribe are suffering
in every possible way
murder and dire mayhem
and that is every day
to be in a stray in Bucharest
or even anywhere
in this great big country
we feel complete despair

we know there is no hope here
but where are we to go
we suffer as the silence
encroaches and the crow
startles us his black cloak
forever in our face
the trees see many hanging
caused by your human race

we beg you to remember us
as each of us now die
as each of us bear witness
to the wind that hears us cry