I made a Romanian song about dead babies today.... More like a prophecy...
"Bucati de copii si scutece folosite vor cadea din cer,
Vor curge rauri de sange si Tedi,
Iar cand parintii mila cer,
O sa le zic sa cheme un medic.
Caci eu nu ma pricep la nimic."
A rough translation would be "Pieces of kids and used diapers will rain from the sky, rivers of blood and Tedi (kids' drink) will flow, And when the parents ask for mercy, I'll tell them to call the doctor, because I don't have a clue on how to fix it."