All right, here we go: omule means "you, man", and Goran got on his side some Romanian gypsy musicians, as I can hear them speaking Romanian...it's very similar with English "hey, man" or as I said, "you, man"...for sure wikipedia or google translate will be more helpful...
I remember once seeing a huge and convoluted horn when I was a kid. It was the strangest thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't wait to hear the sound it made thinking it had to be something very special to have all those twists and curves. I waited patiently until the musician came on stage. He stood for a moment bowing to the audience and waving to a few friends in the front row. He almost had to crawl then to get to the center of the thing because it was much too big to carry or even pick up and it was supported on several short pedestals. He then stood at a raised platform of sorts in the very center of the thing, flipped a switch and began to press keys I hadn't seen there before.
The sound that came from the thing was horrible! It made the worst efforts of a cat yowling in the night sound like Mozart. It screeched and groaned, huffed and squealed. This went on for several minutes and I couldn't understand why people weren't getting up and leaving.
Then as I was getting ready to run screaming from the auditorium, my ears covered to protect them from being tortured any more the musician pressed keys and smiled with a very satisfied look on his face he flipped another switch and the character of the sound changed abruptly and he began playing a piece that though it sounded familiar I wouldn't be able to tell you what it was. It was beautiful soft and low with a lullaby like quality that I instantly fell in love with. I sat the entire two and a half hours entranced until finally the concert was over and i rushed from my seat to the lobby to speak to the musician and find out what this instrument was called in if he himself was the inventor and,... I had so many questions I didn't know where to start but I was disappointed to find that the musician didn't stay after the concert to sign autographs or answer questions. He had to leave in a hurry because his wife was having a baby and had gone into labor while he was playing. I never had my questions answered and I never saw the man play again. That he'd come to my town in the first place was a fluke and he never returned. When I first saw your work here it reminded me of the thing.