A keresés eredménye

The lice ballad

Ha ha ha come on, me! Come on!
 
God, Lord, allanto, come home,
And you're in for a treat, yes,
God, allanto, come home
And you're beautiful.
 
That I smelled you
Seven pots and a cauldron,
That I smelled you
Seven pots and a cauldron.
 
When he was combing, bre,
I called seven villages,
When he was combing,
I called seven villages.
 
With pitchforks and pegs, bre,
Don't get rid of the dolls
With forks and spikes,
Don't get rid of the dolls.
 
His shirt is wide
A cracked louse
His shirt is wide, bre,
A cracked louse.
 
I put my hand on his head,
A lice as big as a goat,
I put my hand on his head.
A lice as big as a goat.
 
Chips are like nuts, that
I walk on the road like racing,
Chips are like nuts, bre,
I walk on the road like racing.
 
And a chic lice, come on,
Because she broke my knees,
And a chic lice, bre,
And she broke my knees.
 

I spin like a turkey

Come on, come on, i-ha ...
 
I spin like a turkey
To know the pretty man,
I spin like a turkey
Let me know the pretty man.
 
Pretty and I was,
Sara, we won't go into the house,
But still behind the fence
... (?) to the man.
 
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da, hey,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Come on, come on, i-ha ...
 
Mammoth taught me
How to reconcile with my husband,
Mammoth taught me
How to reconcile with my husband:
 
He said, I'll shut up,
That I'd better do,
Yes, he would say, I'll shut up,
That I'd better do.
 
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da, hey,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Come on, come on, i-ha ...
 
I have sins ... (?)
And I cooked in the mirror
Here I will erase the cob
And the man to wait for me.
 
If I see he's upset,
I live on the run by the fence.
If I see he's angry,
Here's the fence and I'm coughing.
 
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da, hey,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Dai-da-ra-di-da-ri-da,
Come on, come on, i-ha ...
 
I spin like a turkey
To know the pretty man,
I spin like a turkey
Let me know the pretty man.
 
Pretty and I was,
Sara, we won't go into the house,
But still behind the fence
... (?) to the man.
 

The wife sold

When I got married,
Two of my mother asked me,
A beautiful but poor one,
Another ugly one, but rich.
 
He asked the cuckoo
Then let me go
Cuckoo said to me like this:
Let me go after it. '
 
I went after that rich man,
That it's hard to live in poverty,
I went after that rich man,
That it's hard to live poor.
 
Here's a week
My mother-in-law comes to ask me:
- Noro, where do you keep the dowry?
- Noro, where do you keep the dowry?
 
- You knew me, mother-in-law, too well,
I lived in the village with you,
You knew me, mother-in-law, too well,
I lived in the village with you.
 
That I have no cows or oxen,
Only both eyes,
Only both eyes,
What I don't give four oxen.
 
That I have no oxen, no cows,
Only my dear eyes,
Only my dear eyes,
What I don't give four cows.
 
Gheorghe, dear mother,
Tomorrow is the fair in Gherla,
Go sell your wife,
Go sell your wife.
 
Wife of not selling yourself,
He lights your gates,
And he sells the marks to you,
And he sells his marks to you.
 
Gheorghe ran and ran,
Three cures bought it,
And with two tied it,
Yes, with one hand.
 
- My big girl without yes
Is his wife for sale?
- Poor for sale,
It's for sale poor.
 
If she weren't a saleswoman,
I wouldn't tie her up,
I wouldn't tie her up,
Too like a jumping cow.
 
And if she weren't a saleswoman,
I wouldn't keep her in custody,
I wouldn't keep her in the curate
With straps under her tits.
 
Then how much would it cost?
Then how much would it cost?
To all the yellow hair,
Thaler everywhere.
 
I won't give you that much,
Just counting,
Even a poor man,
And the sleeve all day.
 
Turcu starts counting,
Ileana starts screaming,
Go home, Gheorghiță,
Let me be your boyar.
 
Gheorghe took the money,
She ran away from me,
He took my money,
He shouted at Gheorghe too.
 
Gheorghe, dear mother,
Go back the money,
Go back the money,
Bring Leana to us.
 
Gheorghe took the money,
And he ran to Leana,
And he ran to Leana,
And he shouted at the gate.
 
Ileana came out,
And Gheorghe said it like this:
Go home, Gheorghiță,
That you are my boyar.
 
Turcu is sleeping at home,
At his feet with pistols,
And with his rifle full,
And with his rifle full.
 
And then if we felt it,
And then if we felt it,
He killed us both,
He killed us both.
 

The man's weasel

Dai-la-la-la-lai-la-la ...
 
Yes man, take the cola in the obor,
What are you doing with the cart on the road?
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Yes, shoot the cola at a house,
Where is his beautiful wife
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Yes, where's the beautiful wife,
And the man is not home
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
That the man is gone
In Odessa, above,
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Ai-la-la-la ...
 
You have, and when it's okay,
Here comes the man
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Mouthpiece at the window:
'Let me go, my wife!'
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
'I won't let you go,'
That it's not your house tomorrow
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
If you stay still for a while,
Let me put another piece of wood on the fire!
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
But she does not put wood on the fire ',
Ibovnicu hides'
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
She does not put wood on the fire,
Ibovnicu hides'
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
You have la-la-la-la ...
 
But the skilled man
Take his wife and beat him
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
- Wait, man, don't beat me,
That I say everything from the book
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Yes, the mayor of the village
I broke the strap of my bed
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
I called the lads from the village
Put my strap on the bed
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
And he put it on my wicker
And it broke in one fell swoop
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Yes, put it on my poplar,
Don't break at all
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Yes, put it on my poplar,
Don't break at all
Trai-la-la-ri-la-la-ri-la
 
Trai-la-la-lai-la-lai ...