IIII - Negură Bunget

In padure urla lupii, ger napraznic sa porneste

Tat in cale inlemneste, impietreste si topeste.

Colo sus la nalt da munte, neaua-i d-un genunche,

Vintu cind a bate, prin oi o razbate.

Drept viteaz, sub namete-m sta, baci batrin imi asculta

Daspre tat si toate, intelept il invata,

Ciinele si fluieru alunga-ncet doru, dor da tat si toate

Al de-a lumii date.

D-afara crivatu mugeste, neaua cum cerneste

Intunericu patrunde, neagra noapte inconjoara tat.

Gadinet incet isi misca gitu…

Si dodata… sa porneste!

Haita lupului, chiar din Luparie!

Ceru inghetat si negru, da indata-l trece.

Buturuga, ruga;

si bustean.

Fa da lumineaza,

Lemnu strimb ce foc-l indreapta,

Cu-a ta putere, si intelepciune, da ma dumireste.

Jos pa deal da vale, 'nalta vale,

Unde cercu-nconjoara, 'nconjoara si dasparte

Ce-i d-afara, da ce-I.

Ii!

D-al lupului.

Si bradului!

Wolves are howling in the winds, a sudden frost

Freezing, hardening and melting everything in its way.

Up there, in the mountains high,

As winds start to blow, passing through the sheep.

A true brave, sits under the snow drift, listening to the old shepherd words

Telling about all things, wisely teaching him.

The hound and the shepherd’s flute throw away the longing

For worldly needs.

Icy north wind roaring outside, sifting the snow

Darkness’s crawling in, a black night encloses all.

Slowly the wolf’s shaking its neck… and then, suddenly moves!

The wolf’s pack, deep from the Wolf’s Stars

Crossing instantly black and frosty sky.

Stump, and you, log, I’m asking you… shed the light upon me Crooked wood straightened through fire,

Enlighten me with all your power and knowledge.

Down the hill into the valley, a high valley,

Where the circle circles, circles and severs

That which outside from that which Is.

It Is!

Wolf’s!

And Fir’s!

The wolves howl in the forest, the cold is about to start

The path freezes, hardens and melts.

Up high on the mountain, the snow on one knee,

He came when he beat her and beat her.

As a brave man, I sit under the mud, the old baci listens to me

About the father and all, the wise man teaches him,

The dog and the whistle slowly drive away longing, longing and all

Of the given world.

Outside, the crow barks, the snow sifts

Darkness penetrates, black night surrounds father.

Gadinet slowly moves gitu…

And suddenly… to start!

The pack of the wolf, right from Luparie!

The sky was frozen and black, but it passed immediately.

Buturuga, ruga;

and logs.

Make it light,

I turn the wood that the fire directs,

With your strength and wisdom, yes, I wonder.

Jos pa deal da vale, 'nalta vale,

Where the circle surrounds, the circle surrounds

What is outside, what is.

Ii!

Mr. Wolf.

And the Christmas tree!

Wolves are howling in the winds, a sudden frost

Freezing, hardening and melting everything in its way.

Up there, in the mountains high,

As winds start to blow, passing through the sheep.

A true brave, sits under the snow drift, listening to the old shepherd words

Telling about all things, wisely teaching him.

The hound and the shepherd’s flute throw away the longing

For worldly needs.

Icy north wind roaring outside, sifting the snow

Darkness’s crawling in, a black night encloses all.

Slowly the wolf’s shaking its neck… and then, suddenly moves!

The wolf’s pack, deep from the Wolf’s Stars

Crossing instantly black and frosty sky.

Stump, and you, log, I’m asking you… shed the light upon me Crooked wood straightened through fire,

Enlighten me with all your power and knowledge.

Down the hill into the valley, a high valley,

Where the circle circles, circles and severs

That which outside from that which Is.

It Is!

Wolf’s!

And Fir’s!