Paroles et traduction Phoenix - Mica Țiganiadă

Mica Țiganiadă

Trec ţigani pe drum,
Drumu-i plin de fum,
Fumu-i plin de scrum,
Foc ardea.
Vai ţigani, ţigani,
Gipsys şi hitani,
Fără cer şi ani,
Trec pe drum.

Ţigănie rai,
Rai care erai,
Caravanserai,
Acadea.
Raiul meu beteag,
De pe alt meleag,
Cât îmi eşti de drag
Nu ştiu cum.

Trec ţigani prin colb,
Colbul oste orb,
Orbul e un corb,
Giacardea.
Cade seara-n câmp,
Soarele-i scălâmb,
Cortul este strâmb,
Foc ardea.

Fac ţiganii foc,
Focu-i la mijloc,
Fete cu ghioc
Şi cu cărți de joc,
Hai noroc, noroc,
Vino la soroc,
Vino să-ţi ghicesc,
Cărţile vorbesc,
Şi nu ne minţesc,
Giacardea.

Fată de caro,
Sub cer indigo,
Să-ţi spun încontro
Foc ardea.

Că mulţi ani s-au scurs,
De când el s-a dus,
Ca un pui de urs,
Pe un drum.
Cu belciug şi lanţ
Fără nici un sfanț,
Spre un târg bizanț
Foc ardea.

Zaiafet acum,
Lăutari duiumi,
Numai tu nicicum,
Giacardea.
Noaptea de-ar veni,
Pe pământul gri,
De ne-ar adormi
Orşicum.

O, dar azi, dar azi
Cerui de atlaz,
Soarele-n extaz.
Ei se duc la pas,
Spre un alt popas,
Şatră de pripas.
Până nu-i mai vezi,
Până nu-i mai crezi.
Şi din ochi îi pierzi.
Printre ceţuri verzi,
Ceţuri de livezi,
Vezi că nu-i mai vezi.

Giacardea, cardea,
Gialino mura,
Gia mura, mura,
Ce mişto...

Gypsy Rhapsody

Gypsies pass on the road,
The road is full of smoke,
The smoke is full of ash,
The fire burns.
Oh, gypsies, gypsies,
Gypsies and strangers,
Without heaven and years,
Pass on the road.

Gypsy paradise,
Paradise that you were,
Caravanserai,
Acadea.
My sick paradise,
From a strange land,
How dear you are to me,
I do not know.

Gypsies pass through the dust,
The dust makes the blind blind,
The blind is a crow,
Giacardea.
Evening falls in the field,
The sun is squinting,
The tent is crooked,
The fire burns.

Gypsies build a fire,
The fire is in the middle,
Girls with snowdrops
And with playing cards,
Come on, luck, luck,
Come to the deadline,
Come and tell me my fortune,
The cards speak,
And they don't lie to us,
Giacardea.

Girl of diamonds,
Under an indigo sky,
Let me tell you the truth
The fire burns.

Many years have passed,
Since he left,
Like a bear cub,
On a road.
With a buckle and a chain
Without a penny,
To a Byzantine market
The fire burns.

Feast now,
Musicians abound,
Only you are nowhere to be found,
Giacardea.
If night would come,
On the gray earth,
Perhaps we would fall asleep,
Anyway.

Oh, but today, but today
I have an atlas sky,
The sun in ecstasy.
They walk slowly,
To another stopover,
A makeshift camp.
Until you can no longer see them,
Until you can no longer believe them.
And from your eyes you lose them.
Through green mists,
Mists of orchards,
You see that you no longer see them.

Giacardea, cardea,
Gialino mura,
Gia mura, mura,
How cool...