Lyrics:

Mi-ai zis o data cand eram mai mic ca daca beau laptic
O sa cresc mare si voinic, ca Picasso, nu-ti cer nimic
Decat sa recunosti acum cand is mare
Ca m-ai batut regulat cu nuiaua pe spinare.
Da'-am crescut baiat finut, smenarel si pus pe fapte
C-am muscat din tata mamei si-am supt sangele cu lapte
Uai, tata, uai, iti scriu 'Adio! ' din Milano,
Pa si pusy, Romania, sono un italiano.
Mi-aduc aminte cand ma-nvatai sa tin in mana un topor,
Da' erai bat si-acum mai am un singur deget la chicior,
De Craciun te-mbatai si ne furai din casa bradu'
Ll vindeai si eu cantam 'impodobeste, mama bradul! '.
Doar eu stiu ce greu mi-o fost pan' ti-am vandut caciula
Sa fac rost de bani, pana-n Croatia, orasul... (uhaaa)
Am trecut marea inot si am intrat in Guiness Book,
Da' o aflat ca sunt roman, m-o scos si m-o bagat la zdup.
Acuma sparg un telefon, sa fac rost de fise,
Sa-mi scot gagica in oras (Bona sera, p***).
Taticu'! Din cizma-ti trimit o flegma sa-ti lipeasca freza,
Ca Ronaldo, cu efect, fix in paharu' cu proteza!

Vino-acasa, mai baiete, nu mai pot de dor,
Mi s-o rastit un perete drept peste chicior.

Sunt in Italia, viata-i scumpa, jumatate de chenzina
O trebuit sa-i dau lu' unu' pe-o manuta de faina,
S-apoi era stricata, ca m-o pus s-o trag pe nas,
M-o cuprins euforia si am ras juma' de ceas.
Mie-mi place sa muncesc, da' sa zvarl apoi cu bani'
Noaptea ma destrabalez, cumpar suc, mananc bomboane,
Doua lucruri nu-nteleg si-asta zau ca ma intriga,
Da' de ce-n Italia-n pizza nu se pune mamaliga?
Eu numar euroii si-mi indes cu ei chilotii,
Ca ma tem sa-i port in haina - daca ma fura mafioti'?
M-o prins o data unu', o cunostea pe mama
Ca mi-o zis cu pusca-n mana ca sunt. figlio de putana'.
I-o trimis lu' mama-o geanta de parfumuri, d-acele
Ca miroase-asa de tare, ca nu tre' sa se mai spele,
Tu tai geanta cu lama si-am aflat de la un vecin
Ca din ce-i trimit lu' mama ti-ai deschis un magazin.
Te prind eu, mascanzone, acusi imi fac valiza
Si trag o fuga pana-n tara, ca-mi expira viza,
De la mine nu furi nica', de la tine nu ma-ntorn,
Marg mai ghini la bunica, ca tu esti porc, mei!

Vin' la mine, mai baiete, tat-tu'-i lat in hol,
I s-o rastit un parete drept peste chicïor.




TRAD


You told me once when I was younger that if you drink milk
You grow up and sturdy, like Picasso, not asking for anything
Rather than admit now that is great
Like me regularly beaten with a rod on the back.
I grew finut Da' boy, and put the facts smenarel
C-I bit the mother and father have sucked the blood with milk
Uai, father, IAU, you write 'Goodbye! 'In Milan
Pa and pusy, Romania, sono an Italian.
I remember when I learned to hold in the hand-ax,
Yes' were stick and now I have one finger to Chiciului,
Christmas gets drunk and you steal our house bradu '
Sing I'll sell 'adorn the mother tree! '.
Only I know how hard pan me was' I've sold the hat
Let's get money up-n Croatia, the city ... (uhaaa)
I crossed over and went swimming in the Guinness Book,
Yes' a learning that are novel, mo mo out and put in jail.
Now break a phone, I get chips,
Let me out babe in town (Bona sera, p ***).
Daddy! From boot send you a phlegm sticking to your milling,
Like Ronaldo, greenhouse, fixed in paharu 'with dentures!

Come home more boy, can not miss,
I have a wall right over Chiciului yelled.

I'm in Italy, life-expensive half fortnightly
One had to give him lu 'one' on a manuta flour,
It then was broken, as I have a set a snort,
I included euphoria and laughed a half-hour.
I like to work, yes then threw his money '
At night I dissolute, buy juice, eat candy,
Two things I do not understand why and I really intrigues me,
'Why-n-n Italy polenta pizza does not count?
I euroii number and shove my panties with them,
I'm afraid to wear them in clothes - if I steal mobs'?
I caught one once one ', a mother knew
Like I said with a shotgun in hand as they are. figlio of Putana '.
Io sent mama a perfume bag, d-those
Like smell so bad, do not gotta wash themselves,
You bag your blade and I found out from a neighbor
As of what I send mama you've opened a shop.
You catch me, mascanzone, ACUS make my suitcase
And pull up a run-n country as my visa expires,
From me nica not steal 'from you not me-ntorn,
Marg May Ghini grandmother, that you are pig, my!

Wine 'at me, boy, tat-wide tu' him in the hallway,
I have a right over Chiciului yelled a parete.