Veniti, privighetoarea canta si liliacul e-nflorit,
Come! The nightingale is singing... and the lilac is bloomed
Cantati, nimic din ce e nobil, suav si dulce n-a murit.
Sing! Nothing that's noble, nice and sweet is gone forever
Dar dintre flori si dintre stele, nimica nu va fi clintit,
But from in between the flowers and the stars, nothing will be moved
Veniti, privighetoarea canta si liliacul e-nflorit!
Come! The nightingale is singing... and the lilac is bloomed
Na na na, na na na
Nahnananannahhh :)
Pe dealuri clasice se-arata fecioare in camasi de in,
On the old hills, virgins in flax shirts
Ce-n maini cu amforele goale isi umplu ochii de senin,
Holding the empty buckets, fill their eyes with brightness
Facu izvorul sa-l ingane, padurea sa se-nveseleasca,
And the spring (water source) begins to hum, and the wood becomes so cheerful,
Orice durere sa-nceteze, si poezia sa vorbeasca.
And every pain is gone away, and only poetry talks now.
Si zise paserei sa cante, si la porunca uimitoare,
And I asked the bird to sing and to my amazing request
Se inalta parfum de roze si cantec de privighetoare
Roses perfume and nightingale song, rise up to the sky!