Текст и перевод песни Zdob și Zdub - 450 de oi

450 de oi

450 De Oi
Pe un picior de plai, pe o gura de rai
Iata vine-n cale, se coboara la vale
Trupa noastra mare.
Alauta, alauta!
Iata 7 frati-muzicanti, lautari adevarati
Cu sculele de-acasa-s plecati
Iauzi da, cine-asculta despre viata lautareasca
Sa traiasca, sa-nfloreasca!
Trage coada la buhai si intreaba-l pe Mihai
Cum se face o balada rockareasca
Cu drag lumea s-o primeasca, faina sa fie
Eu nu sunt Mitica Gandac, eu am flori la palarie
Toate fetele sa stie ca am fluier mare din os facut
Asa canta-mi, cuce, nu-nceta,
Spune la puicuta mea ca eu vin acasa
Sa-i aduc margele mandrulitei mele.
In pamant le va ingropa, poate va creste ceva.
Foaie verde canepa, talancute clincana
Si ma uit la turme si in cap imi zangane,
Adanc inspir, stau asa putin, expir
Si aud cum inima bate 1, 2, 3
450 de oi, faceti dragoste, nu razboi!
Ciobanas cu oile, ocolesti padurile
Si pazeste-ti turmele
Sa te cante mandrele
Sus in varful muntelui
In bataia vantului
Ciobanas cu oile
Canta doina gandului
De trei zile-ncoace gura nu-mi mai tace
Ori iarba nu-mi place?
Da′ Ileana ce mai face?
225 plus tot atata fac o turma
Fac o turma de oi dalbe
Care pasc langa raul cu apa tulbure
Unde am prins Cuiul Nergu pestele nazdravan
Din iarba Cuiul Negru-mi zicea, coada-i batea:
Da-mi drumul, omule, cere-mi ce vrei!
Iar eu raspundeam:
Sa fie soare, sa fie iarba mare, sa fie oi!
Si-l aruncam inapoi.
450 de oi, faceti dragoste, nu razboi!
Ma uit hat departe in alta parte,
E calda vara, imbracata-n lana-i mioara
Hai canta, dramba mea, fermecata-i vibratia
Ton, ton, semiton, se naste muzica,
Cimpoi poi, oita n-a fatat, burduful a behait
People a sarit in sus
In nouri, in Balea lac
Unde cainele pazeste oile
Unde nu mai creste iarba,
Unde nu mai este soare,
Acolo, unde turma se duce-n ceruri
1, 2, 3, .
450 de oi, faceti dragoste, nu razboi!

450 Sheep

450 Sheep
On a strip of land, on the edge of a precipice
Here comes along the path, descending into the valley
Our great band.
Dulcimer, dulcimer!
Here are 7 brothers-musicians, true minstrels
With their tools from home they have left
Listen, my dear, who listens about the minstrel's life
May they live and flourish!
Pull the ox's tail and ask Mihai
How to make a rock ballad
The world will gladly receive it, let it be beautiful
I am not Mitica Gandac, I have flowers on my hat
All the girls should know that I have a big bone whistle
Play to me like that, puppy, don't stop,
Tell my little chick that I'm coming home
To bring beads to my sweetheart.
She will bury them in the ground, maybe something will grow.
Green hemp leaf, coins are jingling
I look at the flocks and my head buzzes,
I take a deep breath, I stay like that for a while, I breathe out
And I hear my heart beating 1, 2, 3
450 sheep, make love, not war!
Shepherd with the sheep, you go around the forests
And guard your flocks
So that your lovers will sing to you
Up on the top of the mountain
In the wind
Shepherd with the sheep
Sing the song of thought
For three days now my mouth has not been silent
Or do I not like the grass?
What is Ileana doing?
225 plus the same make a flock
I make a flock of white sheep
Who graze by the river with the muddy water
Where I caught the Nergu Nail, the naughty fish
The Nergu Nail said to me from the grass, its tail was beating:
Let me go, man, ask me for whatever you want!
And I answered:
May there be sun, may there be tall grass, may there be sheep!
And I threw it back.
450 sheep, make love, not war!
I look far away to the other side,
It is the warm summer, the sheep are dressed in wool
Come on, sing, my drum, your vibration is enchanting
Tone, tone, semitone, music is born,
Bagpipe, the sheep has not given birth, the bagpipe has bleated
People have jumped up
In the clouds, in Lake Balea
Where the dog watches over the sheep
Where the grass does not grow,
Where the sun is no more,
There, where the flock goes into the heavens
1, 2, 3, .
450 sheep, make love, not war!