II - Negură Bunget

Catre sipotu da piatra, din padurea deasa, deasa si intunecoasa

Pleca dimineata, pa roua, pa ceata, pa roua nepascuta,

Cu roua-n picioare, cu ceata-n spinare.

Opspe suliti pin-n apus.

Sus la naltu cerului, la razele soarelui, 'n revarsatu zorilor

La greu coboris, verde alunis, galban paltinis.

Foaie da mugur da stinjen eu is baci aci la munte.

Cind rasare mindru soare ias cu turma pe razoare,

Cind rasare mindra luna zic, codrului noapte buna,

Si ma leagana frunza, si m-adoarme lin doina,

Si ma leagana gindu, si m-adoarme fluieru.

Mindra matraguna, iarb-a padurii, floarea padurii, lasa-ma sa te culeg,

Sub claru lunii, 'n mijlocu padurii, din gradina Dinsalor.

La mijloc da noapte deasa, luna singura dascoasa, vraja sigura sa iasa.

Stapinele ale vintului, Dusmanele ale pamintului

Stati in urma-mi, calea da mi-i da, vraja da la sine sa facea.

Pe nalt virf da magura, ceata si negura

Da jos, jos din vale, pina hat… in zare…

Si din munte-n munte, si din plai in plai, pina-n piatra-n piatra,

(Muntii cu risii, codrii cu ursii, magurile cu fiarele, bitcele cu ciutele

Stincile cu vulpile, dumbravi cu izvoarele, tati adinc priveau… si sa minunau.

In vinturi si-n volburi, din vinturi aruncat, si trimes, in putu cu jgheab

Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru cu cugetu.

Si pre calea ratacitilor, inspre Ursu Mare… 'n Tara da Sus.

Ceru megies, sfatosenia graieste.

(Codru sa cutremura, ulmi si brazi sa clatina, fagi si paltini sa pleca,

Fruntea da i-o racorea, mina da i-o saruta si cu freamat da-l plingea.)

Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru cu fulgeru.

In cringu cerului, din sorbu pamintului.

Zau!

P-un drum in dasis, la vechi alunis

La picior da munte, pe dealuri marunte,

Prin plaiuri tacute, da vinturi batute,

Noaptea-n codrii ma apuca, codrilor le sunt naluca

Naluca purtata, din vechi vremi uitata.

Verde mugur brad da munte, pe dealuri marunte,

Cu plaiuri tacute, da vinturi suflate si da ploi udate,

Nedei si sintilii, iata, intre munti si deal, glas navalnic greu rasuna,

din vazduh.

Pretutindeni 'ncet s-aduna, la foc;

da sub clar da luna!

Hora apriga sa-ncinge, muntilor ii tie chinge,

Sa unesc, si-n tara asta, cea da dincolo o trec,

Tirg da dat.

Da dind dai, muntelui pe loc te tai.

Ii-esti!

Towards the rocky spring, in the thick forest, thick and dark

He left at dawn… dew and fog… not grazed yet,

Dew on the feet, fog on the meat.

Eighteen hours till sunset.

Up in the sky, beams of the sun, daybreak

A steep descent… the hazel wood’s green, the sycamore grove’s yellow.

Green is the iris’s bud… shepherd am I, here, in the mountains.

When the sun rises I take my flock on the balks

When the moon rises I tell the woods good night

And the leaf is swinging me, and the doina’s soothing me,

And the thought is swinging me, and the pipe is soothing me.

Fairy Belladonna, grass of the woods, flower of the woods, let me pick you up

In moonlight, in the middle of the forest, in Their garden

In the depth of a thick night, the lonely moon unstitches to let the spell take

place.

Masters of the Wind, Earth’s Enemies

Stay behind me, show me my way;

make the spell take shape, all by itself.

On the high top hill, fog and darkness (negura)

From deep down the valley, till far in the distance.

From mountain to mountain, from realm to realm, from stone to stone

(Mountains' lynx, forests' bears, beasts of the hills

Foxes of the rocks, springs of the groves, all of them were gazing and

wondering.)

From within winds and whirlwinds thrown away towards the stars

To measure the earth with his steps and the sky with his thought.

On a path of the lost, towards Ursu Mare… up the Upper World.

The near sky speaks the secret wisdom.

(Woods were quaking, firs and elms were shaking, beeches and sycamores were

bending,

Cooling his forehead, kissing his hand, weeping upon him with their sigh.)

His steps measure the earth, his lightning the sky.

In the skies' grove… heart of the earth.

Indeed!

On a path through the thicket… at the old hazel wood

At the foot of a mountain, on the lowest hills,

Through silent fields blown by winds,

Caught by night in the woods — I am their long-forgotten apparition.

Green fir’s bud up in the mountains, on the lowest hills,

On silent fields blown by winds, and by rains,

Behold, between the mountains and the hills, a mighty voice is echoing from

above.

From everywhere they gather round the fire, in moonlight!

Round dance begins, it holds the mountains,

They become one, and bring the other land into this one,

A trade!

By giving thou give, you’re mountain’s own… you’re being it!

Towards the sipotu gives the stone, from the thick, thick and dark forest

Leave in the morning, in the dew, in the fog, in the unpasteful dew,

With dew on his feet, fog on his back.

Opspe suliti pin-n apus.

Up in the sky, in the rays of the sun, at dawn

The grave descended, green alunis, galban paltinis.

The leaf of the bud is stinging and I kiss it here in the mountains.

When the sun rises, the sun rises with the flock,

When the moon rises proudly I say, good night forest,

And the leaf swings me, and I fall asleep softly,

And the thought swayed, and I fell asleep whistling.

Mindra matraguna, forest grass, forest flower, let me pick you,

Under the moonlight, in the middle of the forest, from Dinsalor's garden.

In the middle it is a thick night, the only moon is full, the spell is sure to come out.

Mistresses of the wind, Enemies of the earth

Stand behind me, give me the way, let the spell do its own thing.

On the high peak it gives magura, fog and mist

Go down, down the valley, to the hat… in the distance…

And from mountain to mountain, and from rock to rock, from rock to rock,

(Mountains with laughs, forests with bears, magpies with beasts, bitches with claws

The rocks with the foxes, the woods with the springs, the fathers were watching deeply and marveling.

In winds and in volleys, from winds thrown, and sent, in well with trough

To measure the earth, the earth with the walk, and the sky with the mind.

And by the way of the lost ones, towards Ursu Mare… 'n Tara da Sus.

Ask the megies, the advice speaks.

(The forest to tremble, the elms and firs to shake, the beeches and maples to leave,

Let her cool her forehead, let her kiss her hand and make her cry.)

To measure the earth, the earth with the walk, and the sky with lightning.

In the sky, from the sorbet of the earth.

Zau!

On a sloping road to the old mole

At the foot of the mountain, on small hills,

Through silent lands, give strong winds,

The night in the woods grabs me, the woods are lure

Worn lure, long forgotten.

Green fir bud gives mountain, on small hills,

With silent rains, give wind blows and give wet rains,

Neda and the sentils, behold, between the mountains and the hill, a rushing voice resounds hard,

from the air.

Everywhere it gathers slowly, on fire;

yes under the moonlight!

The fierce chorus is burning, the mountains are girded,

To unite, and in this country, the one beyond passes it,

Tirg da dat.

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.

You are!

Towards the rocky spring, in the thick forest, thick and dark

He left at dawn… dew and fog… not grazed yet,

Dew on the feet, fog on the meat.

Eighteen hours till sunset.

Up in the sky, beams of the sun, daybreak

A steep descent haz the hazel wood’s green, the sycamore grove’s yellow.

Green is the iris’s bud… shepherd am I, here, in the mountains.

When the sun rises I take my flock on the balks

When the moon rises I tell the woods good night

And the leaf is swinging me, and the doina’s soothing me,

And the thought is swinging me, and the pipe is soothing me.

Fairy Belladonna, grass of the woods, flower of the woods, let me pick you up

In moonlight, in the middle of the forest, in Their garden

In the depths of a thick night, the lonely moon unstitches to let the spell take over

place.

Masters of the Wind, Earth’s Enemies

Stay behind me, show me my way;

make the spell take shape, all by itself.

On the high top hill, fog and darkness (negura)

From deep down the valley, till far in the distance.

From mountain to mountain, from realm to realm, from stone to stone

(Mountains 'lynx, forests' bears, beasts of the hills

Foxes of the rocks, springs of the groves, all of them were gazing and

wondering.)

From within winds and whirlwinds thrown away towards the stars

To measure the earth with his steps and the sky with his thought.

On a path of the lost, towards Ursu Mare… up the Upper World.

The near sky speaks the secret wisdom.

(Woods were quaking, firs and elms were shaking, beeches and sycamores were

bending,

Cooling his forehead, kissing his hand, weeping upon him with their sigh.)

His steps measure the earth, his lightning the sky.

In the skies' grove… heart of the earth.

Indeed!

On a path through the thicket… at the old hazel wood

At the foot of a mountain, on the lowest hills,

Through silent fields blown by winds,

Caught by night in the woods - I am their long-forgotten apparition.

Green fir’s bud up in the mountains, on the lowest hills,

On silent fields blown by winds, and by rains,

Behold, between the mountains and the hills, a mighty voice is echoing from

above.

From everywhere they gather round the fire, in moonlight!

Round dance begins, it holds the mountains,

They become one, and bring the other land into this one,

A trade!

By giving thou give, you’re mountain’s own… you’re being it!