The Stivuitor King

Verse 1
In the warehouse in the morning, a faint hum can be heard,
It's Cazacu on the alley, driving the forklift.
All the colleagues avoid him, they know his way from their eyes,
He arranges the pallets, like it's a children's play.

Pre-chorus
Among the tight shelves, like in a maze,
He has no fear, no stress, he knows everything inside out, mind with mind.
When the machine starts, people say in chorus:
"Go, Cazacu, make way, you're our savior!"

Chorus
Cazacu from Fildas Mogoșoaia,
The best forklift driver on the whole road.
He lifts tons of worries over his head, giving them easily,
He's the king among pallets and concrete, in the warehouse, he's the engine.

Cazacu from Fildas, that's what they say,
When he starts his shift, everything works seamlessly.
When it's chaos and late, he smiles at everyone,
The best, the most reliable, at the forklift wheel.

Verse 2
When a code falls, when the scanner doesn't beep,
He puts them in place, he knows the route alone.
The bosses look for him on the list, people call him on the aisle,
"Where's Cazacu?", because without him, no truck leaves the road.