2020.12.18.
Luluța
Today in our village is a celebration for everyone,No one stays home, everywhere are padlocks.
I let the people to know I'm away,
I meet with the boys at the club, in the village.
I take the pitcher and the guitar, the others to bring the rest,
Zina has nothing to bring, so she brings herself.
She takes Luluța along with her, it's good she made it,
Ghiță comes with the horse-cart and we vanished.
It's a big hill, but nobody is stronger than the horse,
So when we get into the woods, we give it wine too.
But we have something more for fun:
I let the horse to graze the grass, we'll smoke the grass.
We all stay close to each other, the fire makes smoke.
Here's a crow in flight, but now it's in the cauldron.
The wine flows slowly from the pitcher, goes down the throat,
I lean on my guitar and play another song.
When I look around, I see Ghiță with his Luluța.
I don't know how, but between them is no room at all.
But Zina signals to me then. That meant it:
'Let's go after wood'. I'm ready, we left.
The night is like in the fairy tales, as it once was:
You - Ileana Cosânzeana*, and I - Făt-Frumos**.
Not to mention Ghiță with his Luluța,
In the world is no story like theirs, it simply isn't.
Cuckoo sings in the woods, I throw dollars to it.
Ghiță looks for blackberries in the bushes for Luluța.
Zina walks around with the goblet, she wants it full,
I go to search for the horse and I come back with wine.
But I take the guitar with me, to play for the horse.
If it understood me, I would see it crying.
But I promise that when we get back
I will release it, to go wherever it wants.
How sweet the life is, when we stay together!
Ghiță tell us about his events, we listen to him.
Drink, girls, we are smoking from time to time...
That's how we taste all of this and we like it.