I have no regrets! Except all of them.

This is Romanian! Yes, I found a good version of this song.

Hey, let's not get religious in the comments. I respect all the gods, Old and New. ;)

All I wanna say is this. I can't stop laughing at the "She think with her WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENIE!" Reminds me of JonTron. :D

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Lyrics:

Shona fuck out, they thought they could sell some bakes, Jesus salute.
Car steals our Abridges. The chair, our cushty god.
Guy lie tureen, left for cootie. She thought ja moon was sad.
Die mutton tribe, a comb. Royal mail card importer fee.
No steal all their mother drape. The Tauren all aboard the ring.
I might eat sheep, a coroner, some princess-er. Yes, they would.
That uncle no brought Unser ledger. Chair, I’m there for cool.
Throws an arm on scope. Sign a fee at autobahn.
Sell country boy called Sheva. Sale for bart any plan.
Best thing all year, a cool no scope. She asked I grilled it, after dark.
That turtle said “I love Murine” umpteen, no he made yacht.
Rubbed out an oil shuttle. And then lick on my old brain.
Your gross, so die, she so stripped. Can others raise a day?
Danish die aged, then thrown a thief. I fought a she Unna!
Call runner, I’m a cop, she knew, yeah, dry an caught!
She think with her weenie. Cold room. Swat at the star, and she knew that on vine.
You be the male rail who in a bar free. Yes the Princess-er, She praise the lord Jeeee-
Change then we play good. My cold urn. So now me mesh suds, yay, aaa fun.
Should wait for Dash, I’m star, say “bars came baaaaack”
She think with her weenie. Cold room. Swat at the star, and she knew that on vine.
You be the male rail who in a bar free. Yes the Princess-er, She praise the lord Jeeee-
Yes the Princess-er, She praise the lord Jeeee-