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Balada Lui Iancu

În pădurea Pinului,
La cerdacu Lui Novacu,
La masă de solzi de peşte
Beau voinicii boiereşte.
Beau, glumesc, se veselesc
Şi la Dumnezeu gândesc.
Beau, glumesc, se veselesc
Şi la Dumnezeu gândesc.
Dar Gruiţă, Novaciţă,
Nici nu bea, nici nu mânca,
Nici voie bună n-avea,
Ci sta gata de-a pleca.
Măi Gruiţă, fiul meu,
Şa-ţi ajute Dumnezeu!
De ce şezi tu supărat,
Nebăut şi nemâncat?
Or banii ţi i-ai gătat,
Or ţi-i gândul la-nsurat,
Or ţi-i dor de Ţarigrad?
Or ţi-i dor de Ţarigrad?
Nici banii nu i-am gătat,
Nici mi-i gândul la-nsurat,
Ci mi-i dor de Ţarigrad!
Novac din cap clătina
De vei merge-n Ţarigrad,
Să rămâi tu lângă gard,
În oraş să nu te bagi
Şi la vin să nu te tragi,
Gruiţă, copil zburdat,
De mic la rele-nvăţat,
El în seamă nu băga
Ce tatăl său îi spunea, MAI!
Înălţate împărate,
Să trăieşti cu sănătate!
Nimerit-au, nimerit,
La mine-n birt o venit
Un voinicel tinerel,
De toţi se miră de el;
Că-n trei zile şi-n trei nopţi
A băut sute de zloţi,
A băut trei buţi de vin,
Vin bătrân şi cu pelin
Ş-a mâncat trei vaci belite
Şi trei cuptoare de pite.
Nu bea vinul cum se bea,
Cu sălicu şi halba,
Ci mi-l bea el cu vadra,
Se miră toată lumea!
Cum pune vadra la gură,
Varsă-n gură ca-ntr-o şură;
Şi pita cât e de lată,
El o-mbucă totodată
Tot vinul cât am avut,
Tot dânsul mi l-a băut
Tot mâncă şi tot sorbi,
Dar nimica nu-mi plăti.
Înălţate împărate,
Eu îţi spun cu direptate
De trei palme-i lat în frunte
Si vreo 20 in spate
Apoi căutarea lui
Seamănă cu-a lupului;
Când se uită pe sub gene,
Şi măria-ta te-ai teme.
Tu, Aniţă, Birtăşiţă,
Rogu-te la Dumnezeu
Şi te jur pe capul tău
Să nu-i spui unde şed eu,
Ăsta-i Gruia lui Novac,
Care ţara ne-a prădat,
A prădat-o-n lung şi-n lat,
De trei ori turcii-au tăiat
Şi acum iar o venit
Cu gând rău de prăpădit.
Bată-mi-l-ar Dumnezeu
Pe el şi pe tatăl său
Dar, Aniţă, Birtăşiţă,
Ia' mi-l pune tu la masă
Şi dă-i vin cu rozolie,
Ca să-l tragă la beţie;
Dă-i vin cât el poate bea,
De plată nu întreba
Şi dă-i vin cât va pofti,
De plată nu pomeni.
Şi când vinul vei găta,
Vin-la mine, că ţ-oi da,
Numai să-l poţi tu-mbăta,
Că bun preţ îi căpăta!
Gruia, Gruia
De la munte
Gruia, Gruia
De la munte
Pe nimeni nu vrea sa-sculte
Pe nimeni nu vrea sa-sculte, Mai
Gruia, Gruia
De la munte
Gruia, Gruia
De la munte
Pe nimeni nu vrea sa-sculte
Pe nimeni nu vrea sa-sculte, mai
Gruia, Gruia
De la munte
Pe nimeni nu vrea sa-sculte
Pe nimeni nu vrea sa-sculte, mai
Şi Novac tot aştepta
Ca să-i vină Gruiţa;
Dar în zadar aştepta,
Că Gruia nu mai venea.
Atunci el ce
Mi-şi făcea?
La un corb el poruncea
Şi aşa că mi-i zicea
Sa-l caute pe Gruia
Apoi afară ieşea,
La temniţă se ducea,
Lăcatele le rupea
Şi pe Gruia îl scotea
Apoi amândoi se lua
Şi pe dusmani se întorceau
Şi pe toţi că mi-i tăiau.
Pe unde Novac mergeau
Ş-apoi scăpat îl
Făcea.
Iară Gruia cu Novac
Se lua de după cap
Şi se imbratisau
Şi Novacu, cât trăia,
Tot
Mereu se veselea
La dusmani nu se gândea! Si de nimeni n-asculta!

The Ballad of Iancu

In the Pine Forest,
At Novac's inn,
At the table of fish scales
The brave men drink like boyars.
They drink, they joke, they have fun
And they think of God.
They drink, they joke, they have fun
And they think of God.
But Gruiță, Novaciță,
Neither drinks nor eats,
He doesn't have a good voice either,
But he's ready to leave.
Hey Gruiță, my son,
May God help you!
Why are you sitting upset,
Undrunk and uneaten?
Have you run out of money,
Or are you thinking of getting married,
Or do you long for Tsarigrad?
Or do you long for Tsarigrad?
I haven't run out of money,
Nor am I thinking of getting married,
But I long for Tsarigrad!
Novac shook his head
If you go to Tsarigrad,
Stay by the fence,
Don't go into the city
And don't be drawn to the wine,
Gruiță, a frisky child,
Taught bad things from a young age,
He paid no attention
To what his father was telling him, MAN!
Your highness,
May you live in good health!
They happened to come,
To my pub came
A young, strong man,
Everyone was amazed by him;
Because in three days and three nights
He drank hundreds of zlotys,
He drank three barrels of wine,
Old wine with wormwood
And he ate three white cows
And three ovens of pies.
He doesn't drink wine as it should be drunk,
With a cup and a goblet,
But he drinks it with a bucket,
The whole world is amazed!
How he puts the bucket to his mouth,
He pours it into his mouth like into a barn;
And the bread, as wide as it is,
He bites it all at once
All the wine I had,
He drank it all
He eats and drinks everything,
But he pays me nothing.
Your highness,
I tell you truthfully
He's three palms wide in the forehead
And about 20 in the back
And his look
Resembles that of a wolf;
When he looks from under his eyelashes,
Even your majesty would be afraid.
You, Aniță, Innkeeper,
I pray to God
And I swear on your head
Don't tell him where I live,
This is Gruia, Novac's son,
Who plundered our country,
He plundered it far and wide,
The Turks have cut him down three times
And now he's come again
With evil intentions to destroy.
May God strike him down
Him and his father
But, Aniță, Innkeeper,
Put him at the table for me
And give him wine with rose water,
To get him drunk;
Give him as much wine as he can drink,
Don't ask about payment
And give him wine as much as he desires,
Don't mention payment.
And when you've finished the wine,
Come to me, I'll give you,
Just be able to get him drunk,
Because he'll get a good price!
Gruia, Gruia
From the mountain
Gruia, Gruia
From the mountain
He doesn't want to listen to anyone
He doesn't want to listen to anyone, MAN
Gruia, Gruia
From the mountain
Gruia, Gruia
From the mountain
He doesn't want to listen to anyone
He doesn't want to listen to anyone, man
Gruia, Gruia
From the mountain
He doesn't want to listen to anyone
He doesn't want to listen to anyone, man
And Novac kept waiting
For Gruiță to come to him;
But he waited in vain,
Because Gruia didn't come anymore.
Then what
Did he do?
He commanded a raven
And this is what he told me
To look for Gruia
Then he went outside,
He went to the dungeon,
He broke the locks
And he took out Gruia
Then they both took
And they turned on the enemies
And they cut them all down.
Wherever Novac went
And then he would let him
Escape.
And Gruia with Novac
Would take him from behind
And they would embrace
And Novac, as long as he lived,
Always
Rejoiced
He didn't think about enemies! And he wouldn't listen to anyone!