A keresés eredménye

When The Moon Is About To Go To Sleep

When the Moon is about to go to sleep
I go flirting
Before I can get to my darling
I must pass by a tavern
 
And the tavern is small, full of smoke
It keeps the memory of old times
Quiet murmur, choosing nostalgic words
An old man plays the cimbalom
 
He quietly plays and secretly cries
And he mentions all the old players
And remembers this old song
'Cand se duce luna la culcare'1
 
Ionel, Ionel, Ionule 2
Girls don't like it
When your drunken lips
Speak of ugly
Ionel, Ionel, Ionule
Girls don't like it
When your drunken strings
Play just about anything
 
The same story goes on for years
Moon's walk does not stop
I still go to those ends
I must visit the same tavern
 
And the tavern is small, full of smoke
It keeps the memory of old times
Quiet murmur, choosing nostalgic words
And our Mirča3 plays the cimbalom
 
He quietly plays and secretly cries
And he mentions all the good players
And remembers this old song
'Cand se duce luna la culcare'
 
Ionel, Ionel, Ionule
Girls don't like it
When your drunken lips
Speak of ugly
Ionel, Ionel, Ionule
Girls don't like it
When your drunken strings
Play just about anything
 

• 1. When the Moon goes to sleep in romanian
• 2. romanian name - John, from the original song whose translation this is
• 3. male name

It's Not My Sunday Today

Today too is a Sunday
Church bells ring from the bell tower
And everything inside me is empty and the way it's not supposed to be
It is not my Sunday today
 
And everything inside me is empty and the way it's not supposed to be
It is not my Sunday today
 
What do I need the church bells
When I don't have you anymore?
I look into the distance and clear up the moonlight
Over your pillow's whiteness in vain
 
I look into the distance and clear up the moonlight
Over your pillow's whiteness in vain
 
My day is daily, my night nightly and I am alone with the song
And you can't hear me anymore
My day is longful, my night is painful and I curse life more and more
And I slowly become friends with glasses
 
Sometimes I play with the sky
I shred the blue cloud with my eye
And angels fall out from it to the ground
I ask them do they know you
 
And angels fall out from it to the ground
I ask them to look after you
 
When winter's blizzards are raging
They turn a wild stream into ice
When destiny points its finger, I will take up my cross
To find the disloyal eyes
 
When destiny points its finger, I will take up my cross
To find the disloyal eyes
 
My day is daily, my night nightly and I am alone with the song
And you can't hear me anymore
My day is longful, my night is painful and I curse life more and more
And I slowly become friends with glasses
 
Today is not my Sunday
 

The Eight Tamburica Players From Petrovaradin

Bring me red wine
I want to remember the story
Right in this wonderful place
Where I first saw her eyes
 
Stop the Danube and the old clock hands
This is my song and my darling's song
Let them follow me everywhere with a song of red wine
Eight tamburica1 players from Petrovaradin2
 
You will come with me dressed in white
I will take you to our wedding
They will throw flowers of happiness at us
Nobody will ever part us
 
Stop the Danube and the old clock hands
This is my song and my darling's song
Let them follow me everywhere with a song of red wine
The eight tamburica players from Petrovaradin
 
Tamburica players, play to me
Beautiful songs from the old times
I will kiss her hair
And slowly drink my wine
 
Stop the Danube and the old clock hands
This is my song and my darling's song
Let them follow me everywhere with a song of red wine
The eight tamburica players from Petrovaradin
 

• 1. a popular folk instrument in Pannonia, similar to the mandolin
• 2. A town and fortress on the Danube, opposite of Novi Sad

A Girl Is Digging Up the Vineyard (Cheerful Mix)

A girl is digging up the vineyard, vineyard,
There comes a young fella, a young fella..
Good morning little girl, have you digged up the vineyard? (x2)
 
I'm digging up for one hour today, for one hour.
And tomorrow I'll do it for the whole day, the whole day.
A mother is yelling from the cottage, that's not your bussiness, you little rowdy? (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Anica, Anica?
I'm coming from Ravanica, Ravanica?
Take me accross the road, I don't know where's Ruma from here. (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Nicholas, Nicholas?
I'm coming from Krushedol, Krushedol.
I've kissed the most beautiful raven Krushedolian girls (x2)
 
Where do you come from, Anchica, the blondie?
Well, I'm a sis from Osek, a merchant's daughter.
(x2)
 
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Congrats to you, Anchica, the blondie,
I prefer kissing you, than the other six (girls).
(x2)
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Anchica, the blondie, when I look at you,
I prefer kissing you than the other seven(girls).
(x2)
Now everyone knows what's a tambourine,
and what a raven girl likes.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelica, oh, my soul and my heart,
my soul and my heart, Jela, Jelica.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Ooohhhh...
Jela, Jela, Jela, Jela, Jelena have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Ohhhh!
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you.
 
Ooooohhh!
A glass to me, a glass to you (presumably of an alchoholic beverage)
more to me, than to you,
then we'll love eachother
me and you, girl.
(x2)
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 
Oooooohhh!
Hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oooooohhh!
Well, hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..