Batacanda - Cargo

Ceata de nomazi dinspre munti coboara azi.

Ceterele suna, ei ®n cerc se-aduna

Si pornesc nebuna Batacanda.

Sўngele-i ®n clocot, chiote si hohot

Insotesc salbatic, Batacanda.

Drumu-i volbura de praf, cўnta cel vestit taraf.

Focul arde si-n miros de fum noaptea cade,

Dar ei danseaza Batacanda.

Ursul umbla dezlegat, caii din copita bat,

Tiganci cu ghiocul ®ti ghicesc norocul

Si-ti alinta focul chiar de nu vrei.

Ochii negrii, teapa,

Se bea vinul, apa,

Iar pamўntul crapa

Sub pasii greЇ.

The fog of nomads from the mountains is coming down today.

The others ring, they gather in a circle

And I'm going crazy Batacanda.

His blood boils, chuckles and chuckles

Wild escort, Batacanda.

Let go of the whirlwind of dust, sings the famous taraf.

The fire burns and the smell of smoke falls at night,

But they dance Batacanda.

The bear walks loose, the horses in the hoof beat,

Gypsies with snowballs guess your luck

And caress your fire even if you don't want to.

Black eyes, spike,

Drink wine, water,

And the earth is cracking

Under heavy steps.