Paroles et traduction Pavel Stratan - Luluța

Luluța

Azi la noi in sat e sarbatoare pentru tat,
Nimeni nu ramane-acasa peste tot lacati.
Lasa lumea sa-nteleaga ca eu sunt plecat,
Cu baietii ma-ntalnesc la club in sat.
Eu eu tara si chitara, restul tot se ia,
Zina n-are ce aduce, dar ea vine ea,
O mai ia si pe Luluta, bine c-a putut,
Ghita vine cu caruta si am disparut.
Dealu-i mare, dar ca calul nimeni nu-i,
Cand ajungem in padure vin ii dam si lui,
Si mai am ceva, cu ce sa ne distram,
Calul-l las sa pasca iarba, noi o s-o fumam.
Stam cu totii gramajoara, focul face fum,
Uite-o cioara care zboara, de-amu i-n ceaun,
Vinul curge-ncet din tara, luneca pe gat,
Eu ma sprijin in chitara si ceva mai cant.
Cand ma uit, da de-amu Ghita cu Luluta lui,
Ce-au facut, da intre dansii loc de locu′ nu-i,
Dar si Zina-mi face semne, asta a-nsemnat,
Sa ne ducem dupa lemne", gata, am plecat.
Noaptea-i ca-n poveste, cum odat' o fost,
Tu Ileana Cosanzeana, dar eu Fat-Frumos.
Nu mai zic de Ghita cu Luluta lui,
Nu-i asa poveste-n lume, pur si simplu nu-i.
Canta cucul in padure, eu ii zvarl dolari,
Lu′ Luluta-i "cata mure" Ghita prin tufari
Zina umbla cu pocalul, vrea sa-l vada plin,
Eu ma duc sa caut calul si ma-ntorc cu vin.
Dar cu mine iau chitara calului sa-i cant,
Sa-nteleaga murgul graiul, l-as vedea plangand
Da-i promit pe cand ne-ntoarcem, rup din portofel
Si-i dau drumul sa se duca unde vrea si el.
Cat de dulce-i viata cand cu totii stam,
Ghita zice pataranii, noi i-le-ascultam
Bautura, fete, da' mai tragi un fum
Uite-asa gustam din toate si ne pare bun.

Luluța

Today in our village there is a holiday for our father,
Nobody stays home, the doors are locked everywhere.
Let the world understand that I am gone,
I meet the guys at the club in our village.
Me and my guitar, and we take everything else,
Zina has nothing to bring, but she comes with me,
She also takes Luluta, so glad she made it,
Ghita comes with the cart and we disappeared.
The hill is big, but there’s no one like my horse,
When we reach the forest we reach we give him some too,
And I have something else to entertain ourselves with,
I let the horse graze the grass, we will smoke it.
We all sit together, the fire is smoking,
Look at the crow flying, it’s now in the cauldron,
The wine slowly flows out of the jug, slides down my throat,
I lean on the guitar and sing something.
When I look, now Ghita with his Luluta,
What they did, there is no room for a place between them,
But Zina is also making signs to me, this means,
“Let's go after firewood,” okay, I'm leaving.
The night is like in a story, as it was once,
You, Ileana Cosanzeana, and I, Fat-Frumos.
I don’t mention Ghita and his Luluta,
There’s no story like that in the world, it just doesn’t exist.
The cuckoo sings in the forest, I throw her dollars,
Luluta’s “count the blackberries,” Ghita through the bushes
Zina walks with the cup, she wants to see it full,
I go look for the horse and I come back with the wine.
But I take the guitar with me to sing for the horse,
So that the black understands the language, I would see him crying
But I promise him when we get back, I take it out of my wallet
And I let it go where it wants.
How sweet life is when we are all together,
Ghita talks nonsense, we listen to him,
The drink, girls, but take another puff
That's how we taste everything and we like it.