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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | O Cal Frumos |
Album: | 2020 | Genres: | Parodie |
Year: | 2020 |
Length: | 243 sec |
Lyrics:
Eu sunt Toma Alimos Nu am pe frunte niciun cos Sunt un haiduc periculos si nu glumesc Le dau cu spaima, cu teroare Cu cutitul din dotare La toti boierii care-i intalnesc Sunt posesorul unui cal Galopeaza infernal Procurorii-l cerceteaza pe penal Ca nici taifunul din Tahiti Si nici trenul Intercity Nu-l ajunge daca baga material Calutul meu Nimenea, nimenea nu mi-l poate prinde Dar nu pot nici eu Nica, nica, nica nu-i sta-n cale Fuge, fuge, fuge ca un zmeu la deal Dar mai ales la vale Calul meu nu poate sa zboare Oricat ar da el din picioare Dac-ar putea, cred c-ar intrece avionul Ar face tumba printre stele Prin universuri paralele Si la Geneva cred c-ar prinde-n dinti bosonul El daca vede-un gard inalt Il depaseste dintr-un salt Cand se aburca si deodata face hopa Calul meu n-are patru ani Si nici nu musca din dusmani Dar eu sunt Toma Alimos, nu Andrii Popa Domn politai Marian Godina Mai scrie-o carte in masina Si s-enerveaza ca lucreaza in zadar Ca n-are unda atat de lunga Pana la murgul meu s-ajunga Deci prin urmare el nu apare pe radar Eu si cu calul ne-mpacam Dar nu ne prea sincronizam Cand vine potera eu mor dar dansul scapa El are si-un motiv de fala Dar vad ca sunt copii in sala Oricum e foarte bucuros cand vede o iapa.
TRAD
I'm Toma Alimos I don't have a basket on my forehead I'm a dangerous outlaw and I'm not kidding I give them with fear, with terror With the supplied knife To all the boyars who meet them I own a horse He gallops infernally Prosecutors are investigating the criminal case Like the typhoon in Tahiti Nor the Intercity train It doesn't reach him if he puts in material My horse No one, no one can catch me But I can't either Nica, nica, nica doesn't stand in his way Run, run, run like a kite on the hill But especially in the valley My horse can't fly No matter how hard he stands If he could, I think he would overtake the plane It would make the grave among the stars Through parallel universes And in Geneva I think he would catch the boson in his teeth If he sees a high fence He jumps over him When it steams and suddenly makes the hop My horse is not four years old And don't even bite your enemies But I'm Toma Alimos, not Andrii Popa Mr. Marian Godina Write another book in the car And he gets annoyed that he's working in vain That it doesn't have such a long wave Get to my murgul So therefore he does not appear on the radar My horse and I get along But we didn't really synchronize When the pot comes I die but the dance escapes He also has a reason to brag But I see there are children in the room Anyway, he's very happy to see a mare. Trimite?i feedback Istoric Salvate Comunitate
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