Listen to the music: Maestro Sersea – The Immigrant Ballads, Vol. 1
Sing along with the lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah, some call me Maestro Sersea,
Let me take you on a ride, hear my life story play.
[Verse 1]
Born in Romania, where the shadows loom,
Socialism’s grip made the future feel doomed.
But my family had a fire, a spark to survive,
So we packed our dreams and took the long dive.
Forty years ago, we crossed the sea,
Searching for a place where we could be free.
America called, a land of the bold,
Where hopes ignite and stories unfold.
[Chorus]
Struggled and fought, with my head held high,
From a past of pain, we aimed for the sky.
I’m living my truth, pursuing that dream,
Maestro Sersea, hear my life’s theme.
[Verse 2]
Parents worked hard, their battles were real,
In the backdrop of struggle, I learned to conceal.
They’ve passed on now, but their legacy thrives,
In the heart of a fighter, my spirit derives.
I hit the books, yeah, I studied all night,
Two Master’s degrees, keeping goals in sight.
Taught in the schools, sharing wisdom anew,
Public and college, spreading knowledge true.
[Chorus]
Struggled and fought, with my head held high,
From a past of pain, we aimed for the sky.
I’m living my truth, pursuing that dream,
Maestro Sersea, hear my life’s theme.
[Bridge]
Family of my own, love shining bright,
A wife beside me, my son in my sight.
We laugh, we play, through the highs and the lows,
Living out the dream, watch how it grows.
[Verse 3]
Life’s been hard, nothing’s been easy,
Grinding for the future, hoping for the breezy.
But I keep pushing, with the fire inside,
Climbing every mountain, taking it in stride.
The American Dream, it ain’t just a phrase,
It’s a journey of passion, a lifelong maze.
Work hard, fight on, let your dreams unfold,
Cherish every moment as the story gets told.
[Chorus]
Struggled and fought, with my head held high,
From a past of pain, we aimed for the sky.
I’m living my truth, pursuing that dream,
Maestro Sersea, hear my life’s theme.
[Outro]
So here’s to the fighters, the dreamers, the bold,
To the stories of struggle, forever retold.
Some call me Maestro, but I’m just like you,
Chasing that dream, making it true.
