Ii lyrics

Song information

Artist: Negura Bunget
Album: 'n Crugu Bradului

Lyrics

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!

[English translation:]

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!