Текст и перевод песни Zdob și Zdub - Dragă Otee

Dragă Otee

Draga Otee,
Dulce mireasma,
La gura femeie,
La mijloc mireasa

Draga Otee,
Dulce mireasma,
La gura femeie,
La mijloc mireasa.
Curge izvorul,
Graul rasare,
Acolo pe unde,
Trec urmele tale

Valura dorul,
Des ca o iarba,
Parca raspunde,
Parca intreaba.

Valura dorul,
Des ca o iarba,
Parca raspunde,
Parca intreaba.

My Dearest Otee

My dearest Otee,
Fragrant scent,
On the lips of a woman,
The bride in the middle

My dearest Otee,
Fragrant scent,
On the lips of a woman,
The bride in the middle.
The spring flows,
The grain grows,
Where,
Your footsteps pass

My longing grows,
Like grass,
As if it's answering,
As if it's asking.

My longing grows,
Like grass,
As if it's answering,
As if it's asking.