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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.
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