Translation of the song Plans de toamna artist Tudor Gheorghe
Plans de toamna
Autumn cry
Bat lung peste tara
They travel across the country
Reci ramuri de vant
Cold branches of wind
Si codrul de ceara
And the wax forest
Miroase a sfant.
Smacks of holiness
Vin zile carunte…
Grey days are coming
Spre vaile moi
Towards shiftless valleys
Se lasa marunte
They set down as niggling
Dulci neguri de oi.
Sweet mists of sheep
Cocoare gonace
Pandering crays
Pe-un cer pamantiu
On a sallow sky
Spre calde conace
Towards warm manors
Aceleasi cai scriu
The same routes write
Si-n poala zabuna
And in the lap of the quilted homespun*
A norilor orbi
Of the blind clouds
Vazduhull aduna
The air assembles
Sinoade de corbi.
Synods of ravens
Dezmierzi o lumina?
You fondle a light?
Se stinge… De-acum
It turns off...From now
Ti-e mana de tina,
Your hand is of slime
Obrazul de fum.
Your cheek of smoke