Slobozia (Romanian pronunciation: [sloboˈzi.a]) is the capital city of Ialomiţa County, Romania, with a population of 52,710 in 2002.
Slobozia lies roughly in the middle of the county, on the banks of Ialomita River, at ca. 120 km (75 mi) east of Bucharest and 150 km (93 mi) west of Constanţa, important port at the Black Sea. The City is within 17 km of the Bucharest-Constanta A2 Motorway (Autostrada Soarelui).
The total area of the municipality is 132.87 km2 (32,830 acres), of which 119.87 km2 (29,620 acres) outside city limits and 13 km2 (3,200 acres) in the city. In the present administrative form, Slobozia consists of Slobozia proper and the neighbourhoods of Bora and Slobozia Nouǎ.
The main activity in the area is agriculture, processing of the agricultural products and light industry.
In 1990 the Cultural Centre was inaugurated, bearing the name of the conductor and composer Ionel Perlea, a city native. The building houses exhibition and performance rooms, bookstores, cultural institutions. In 1999 the Cultural Centre Ionel Perlea entered the UNESCO circuit.
Florin Stoian (born 1979, Bucharest), better known under the stage name of Florin Salam and (previously) Florin Fermecătoru, is a Gypsy singer of manele from Romania. He is one of the best known and appreciated manele performers.
Stoian has been singing since he was a child; his first contact with music took place at age of four. His father and uncle were well-known lăutari. He debuted in 2002 with help from bandleader Dan Bursuc. His first hit single was "Ce gagică şmecherită" (Romanian: "Such a picky chick"). He played an important part when the smash hit "Of, viaţa mea" (Romanian: "Oh, my life") was released in 2000, sung by Adrian Minune and Costi Ioniţă. In 2002 Florin Stoian changed his stage name from Fermecătoru (Romanian: "The Glamorous") to Salam (Arabian: "peace", cf. Hebrew "shalom", and Romanian: "salami" ).
In 2008 he performed a song together with pop singer Paula Seling and the Bucharest Symphonic Orchestra. The show host described their performance as a reconciliation between manele and mainstream pop music; in the same respect, the song's lyrics raised the problem of ethnic intolerance.
Dreaming again
Warm in your arms
Sing me a song
Beautiful sound
And you love me
With your sleepy eyes
But you're not around
I'm riding a ghost
You're already gone
And I wake up to a cold day
Just another in a long line of cold days
Clear as a bell
There in my bed
Holding your hands
Beautiful hands
And you love me
With your sleepy eyes
But you're just a dream
I'm walking alone
And I should have known
You'd find another soul mate
Right now if we wait for the opportunity
Then we would see the sun is reversing
Right now if we wait for the opportunity
Then we would see the sun is reversing
Ahh plasticine walls forever and overly happy
With your aloof scene
Go off the ledge to snow
Wish them goodnight
Oh gorgeous madman
You're illuminated
Ahh if he preached the words they beat on
And ignored him with their moral in lust
Whose four-inch dagger
Blind your mothers eye to stop
Ooh are you ugly
Silly boys love you
Yeah sit up they're armed with hooks
They'll harm her
You're smashed with ignace
Hark and enamour me
May I survive?
Ah Sir Army Suit
I see angels in your eyes
innocence is your beauty
lose that
what will you be left with
go on and find yourself in the vastness of your world
but when it divides
you always come back to innocence
everyone loves a good child
behave and never swear at the hand that feeds
we will never be able to hide behind those eyes
so just bat your lashes
and we'll always be safe
To them I feel like steel, pulp, salt and peel
Nothing is real and nothing is not a thing
Reminder pinch and sink one more inch and synchronise
with it's terms. Decline, it's in here you will find
Splintered times and sling blade kinds that are going to
Cut you down blind. Suspend and mend your kind how?
It's the prevention of the mind fuck. I've just gone and
Reinvented my fuck!
I don't bleed for the things that sink and scathe
I don't need those things with tits and arse
I don't think I think there is anything true
A lover scathed harps in vain that harboured paint to
Celibacy
I heal like feel like what? That I'm not complete
Without it whatever it me be not passed down onto me
Down through the family tree and so where the thing that
you don't want to be
I am not your sun why I'm no ones
Is because I don't make excuses
for what I am not like yourself
A hurter and stealth
You've taken my heart now my dick and go fuck yourself
I have tried to lick and cleanse the purpose in the hope
To adhere one train of thought in you
I have stooped and lessened myself for
I predict and hypothesise that these
Outcomes and they are always so precise
I predicted this outcome although I am not blinded
By the lover of lies
All through the lust not the
eye not to be mistaken again
Fuck you! You'll never hurt or
understand for it never was in you
I don't bleed for things that sink or scathe
Thank you, fuck you, there! Do I think there is anything
true? Love it scathes, discovers pain
Face it although I don't
My bliss in denial
Fuse it to bind you refuse it to remind you
Conclusive I bind to celibacy
I don't bleed for things
That sink and scathe
La guerra sigue,
mueren inocentes
y nadie escucha mi ruego.
Miles se van y no regresan más,
La Ambición,
Se apodera del Mundo.
Oh, Dios, Señor quiero saber,
Si otros sienten igual que yo.
Quiero gritar en alta voz,
Queremos tan solo Paz.
La madre ya esta sufriendo,
su hijo pronto se irá,
a la guerra destinado,
y quien sabe si volverá.
y los que pierden la vida,
con el tiempo se olvidaran.
Unos mandan y hay que obedecer,
poniendo en juego la vida.
Pido la Paz, rezando una oración,
mientras héroes mueren por mi patria.
O Dios, Señor, quiero saber,
si otros sienten igual que yo.
Quiero gritar en alta voz,
Queremos tan sólo Paz.
Paz, Paz, Paz…
Letra y Música de Alyce Gracia
(Peer Internacional Corporation)