83.

Bucharest gets no rest,
So much buzz and all day long honks,
All this noise is like a pest,
All this smoke will choke your chest,
All this industries destroy each nest.

There's no season that will matter,
Hours of day will make no difference,
See this city as your father,
Nurturing you like it's your mother,
When in fact it's your big brother.

Daily route, each day same places,
Fast as a snail, but not as decent,
Cut the line, just 'cause you're better,
Always get in who matters' graces,
Do what it takes, but leave no traces.

Bucharest welcomed all kinds of people,
Look at them, they're turning daily,
It's their souls that're screaming palely,
Deafened by the sounds of the street and alley,
When we win more, actually fail we?