on shabby boneless and bald navels
(from Paşcani to Ceamurlia)
let me die unless I hugged you
with bright fire from my balls
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in spite of my enemies I did coil
gold myrrh and silk at your necks
when getting freaky with women
(from Ciumegi to Săpunari)
in luxury leather-upholstered cars
and showy villas
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I’ve dearly loved you with dollars
and euros but the scrape woman
desperately craves for many blokes
(from Glina to Costeşti)
patience, woman, spit your eyes,
or I’ll grasp your swindle tight
and I’ll burn your pinkie toy
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hullo, gypsies in the slums
don’t spit ‘cause the trouble’s messy
my house and my woman never lie to me
(from Gurguiu to Borâtu’)

nasty dolls to play with, man! hundreds
no, thousands of them! fucking jail!
children is my pain, damn ‘cause they
love their father, if only I could eat their rump
come on, you Bahama-mama step on the gas
you whacking fellow
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come on, could I kiss your gipsy baron!

long live the families of all those
throat-cutters with whom I broke
the Hoccident in two