Ti un lai dor
Because of a poor longing
Ş-ti unâ vreari
And some love,
Ńi-alâsai fara
I left my people,
Vḑii ditu Armânami
(And)The birth place of the aromanians.
Ti un lai dor
Because of a poor longing
Ş-ti unâ vreari
And some love,
Ńi-alâsai fara
I left my people,
Ş-ńi vḑii tru xeani
And I settled abroad.
Ma ţi lai dor
Alas, what a poor longing
Ţi pustâ vreari
And bad love,
Me-alâsă vruta
My girl is leaving me,
Lele, mintea-ńi cheari
Alas, I'm loosing my mind.
Cheptul ńi-arană
My chest is an open wound,
Şi nu-ńi curâ sânḑâ
But it doesn't bleed,
Iu hii lea dado
Where are you, mother,
Lele, sâ-ńi mi plânḑâ
I need you to share my tears.
L’ea-mi, lăi Doamne
Take me, God,
Şi adu-mi acasă
And bring me home,
S-vedu Armânamea
To see my aromanian people
Şi dada-ńi mârată
And my poor mother.