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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.
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