Vama Veche, 4 a.m.

Azi dimineata, in lipsa de somn, pe la 3:30 am plecat spre Vama Veche. Voiam sa vedem rasaritul si sa bem o cafea la stuf. Atat. Ca in vremurile bune. A fost frumos...Mi-am adus aminte de copilul de 14 ani care s-a dus la gara in Constanta si a cerut hotarat doua bilete de tren pana in Vama Veche si a fost uimit ca trenul nu duce pana acolo. Si de atunci am batatorit drumul pana acolo. Si probabil o voi face multi ani de acum inainte. Si poate si copiii mei o vor face.

My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like swimming in the sea
I like to go out beyond the white breakers
Where a man can still be free (or a woman if you are one)
I like swimming in the sea.

My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like drinking Irish tea
With a little bit of lapsang souchong
I like making my own tea.

My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like driving in my car
Roll the top down sometimes I travel quite far
Drive to the ocean stare up at the stars
I like driving in my car

All around is anger automatic guns
It’s death in large numbers no respect for women or our little ones
I tried talking to Jesus but He just put me on hold
Said He’d been swamped by calls this week
And He couldn’t shake His cold

And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
When you’ve given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets
I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets
Yeah this is as good as it gets.

My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like sleeping with Marie
She is one sexy girl full of mystery
She says she doesn’t love me but she likes my company
For now that’s good enough for me