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Isolated Carol

I have prepared for you a discreet carol,
Listen to it on the Internet.
If you want to give us some money,
Stick one leu* on the screen.
 
The carol had more cheerful lyrics,
But they were censored by DSP,**
'Cause laughter is a little contagious,
And this guys don't want to risk anything.
 
Chorus:
Wait, don't open the door for us,
Stay still in your bed!
This Christmas is like that:
A bit isolated.
Happy New Year, my host,
In a day of celebration.
We sung the carol for you,
You owe us this year.
 
The piglets were metamorphosed
Into bacon and sausages.
Put on your table a lot of food,
To take a beautiful picture.
 
Home alone, you raise your glass
For Rafila***, for Tătaru****.
Your dear relatives are not near you,
But be glad: you are not sick.
 
(Chorus)
 
Santa Claus, you are an active old man,
But you are fat and hypertensive.
You have for sure a herniated disc too,
So you are in the risk group.
 
Every child is waiting for a gift,
But don't try to be a hero.
Don't risk, it's covid and frost out there,
Send your gifts by courier.
 
(Chorus)
 

From the countryside

If you pass through the copper forrest, you can see burning
the former grandpa's house and you hear him scream
I asked him so many times to give me the papers of the house
But he didn't want to listen to me and I keep the door from coming out.
Momma, it took me last evening at the culural home
when, after a day of harvest, I went with my lover at the ball
Some dude gave me a kilo of plum brandy to borrow my loved one
for I was too drunk and I couldn't (Are you stupid???)
 
Neighbours are coming like crazy with buckets of water
I tell them that I ain't thirsty and show'em that I got a fountain
and scream to leave me alone throwing against them the axe
that cuts a hag in two and the leg of another...
I suddenly struggle and I don't know where the smoke comes from
I enter the house but my grandpa is not feeling very well.
I'm sorry for what I did and I regret it and I want to die
I called the television to cut myself in front of them!
 
This song is about us
it's a simple song about cows and morons
from the countryside with colourful chariots
with gypsies
singing 'on the back!'
This song is about us
it's a simple song about cows and morons
from the countryside with colourful chariots
with gypsies
singing 'on the back!'
 
I like my village, because good things are happening
We even got TV, it ain't so far from the world
Old lady Floarea, for instance, is a PRO TV star
Cătălin Radu Tănase had a talk with her
In every week, reporters are coming and filming her
because each two days, a nephew is raping her
I saw last days on the TV news
he cut a hag in two and a leg of another
 
He called the television to come and film him
and crying, he got the knife and started to cut himself
Mostly I got happy when 'Din Dragoste'[For love] came
spoke to Mircea Radu and he called me 'man...' too.
Even the ones from 'Iartă-mă'[forgive me] came at our door
with a bouquet of blue flowers from dad for mom.
Mommy was so pleased, for they were so beautiful,
but even my horse was pleased, for he hadn't eat for a while...
 
This song is about us
it's a simple song about cows and morons
from the countryside with colourful chariots
with gypsies
singing 'on the back!'
This song is about us
it's a simple song about cows and morons
from the countryside with colourful chariots
with gypsies
singing 'on the back!'
 
After a day of harvest, I went with my lover at the ball
when the fanfare plays house at the cultural home
Some dude in Nike training suit came and grabbed my lover
Fuck that, but can't I dance as well?!
I'm getting in the round dance with my lover easily
she knows to dance house, but steps on my foot/
I throw myself doing the twine, 'cause I'm elastic like cheese
all day long I'm doing the freestyle with the guys on the plain
 
Mr Nike tempts me with a kilo of good plum brandy
to let him take my lover and drive her to the barn
My lover won't go because she loves me so
but when she tasted the brandy, she couldn't stop
Now I'm drunk and wanna go over them... Fuck that
I'm going to my grandpa's place to ask him about the house papers!
 
This song is about us
it's a simple song about cows and morons
from the countryside with colourful chariots
with gypsies
singing 'on the back!'
This song is about us
it's a simple song about cows and morons
from the countryside with colourful chariots
with gypsies
singing 'on the back!'