Trecea Fanfara Militară - Dan Spataru

Eram copil, in primii ani de scoala,

Dar mi-a ramas in minte-ntiparit,

Un obicei, din urbea mea natala,

De toata lumea, foarte indragit.

Pe inserat, in zi de sarbatoare,

Ne adunam, copii de varsta mea.

Si ne duceam, cu totii-n strada mare,

Sa fim aproape, sa putem vedea.

Trecea fanfara militara

In frunte c-un tambur major

Tras prin inel cu mustacioara

Si buzdugan stralucitor.

Ici-colo cate-o domnisoara,

Privea c-un zambet visator

Trecand fanfara militara

Cu tot alaiul ei sonor.

Cand am pornit pe drumurile vietii

Orasul meu cu parcuri si castani

Orasul meu, din vremea tineretii

Nu l-am vazut atatia ani si ani.

Dar peste tot, in drumurile mele,

Cand o trompeta auzeam sunand

Imi aminteam de serile cu stele,

De strada mare, si atunci in gand,

Trecea fanfara militara

In frunte c-un tambur major

Tras prin inel cu mustacioara

Si buzdugan stralucitor.

Ici-colo cate-o domnisoara,

Privea c-un zambet visator

Trecand fanfara militara

In frunte c-un tambur major,

Si nu demult, dupa atata vreme,

Mi-am revazut orasul meu natal,

Desi schimbat in armonii moderne,

Tot mai pastreaz-un iz patriarhal.

Si intr-o zi, in zi de sarbatoare,

Privind pe bolta stelele cum ard,

Am tresarit, si plin de incantare,

Am alergat spre noul bulevard.

In pragul unei nopti de vara,

Sub stralucirea stelelor,

Trecea fanfara militara,

Cu tot alaiul ei sonor,

Trecea fanfara militara,

Cu tot alaiul eЇ sonor.

I was a child, in the first years of school,

But it stuck in my mind,

A custom from my hometown,

Everyone loved him.

In the evening, on a holiday,

We gather, children my age.

And we were all going down the high street,

Let's be close, let's see.

The military marching band was passing

Leading with a major drum

Pulled through the mustache ring

And a shiny mace.

Here's a miss,

He looked with a dreamy smile

Passing military fanfare

With all its sound procession.

When I set out on the paths of life

My city with parks and chestnut trees

My city, from my youth

I haven't seen him in years.

But everywhere in my path,

When I heard a trumpet, I heard it ringing

I remembered the evenings with stars,

The high street, and then thinking,

The military marching band was passing

Leading with a major drum

Pulled through the mustache ring

And a shiny mace.

Here's a miss,

He looked with a dreamy smile

Passing military fanfare

Leading by a major drum,

And not long ago, after all this time,

I saw my hometown again,

Although changed in modern harmonies,

It still has a patriarchal scent.

And one day, on a holiday,

Watching the stars burn in the vault,

I shuddered, and full of delight,

I ran to the new boulevard.

On the eve of a summer night,

Under the stars,

The military marching band was passing,

With all its sound procession,

The military marching band was passing,

With all the procession, it's loud.