I lyrics

Artist  : Negura Bunget 
Song : I



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Poarta-a vintului incet deschide, aspru suier
'ncet purcede



Iarna incuiata, codru inverzit.



Alb si negru sa-mpleteste, timpu tainic
daspleteste



Picatura pica, piatra sa daspica,



Hora sa-nvirteste, apa daspleteste, ghiata
inchegata,



Da vechi timp purtata, din miaz munte da
piatra;



Samn ca timpu sa porneste. Dalasine. Si p' ales
fagas.



La-ndasitu codrilor, in glasu vinturilor,



Si-n umbra pietrii, chip sfrintat, 'n munte, 'n
'nalt Ceahlau



Ce din gheata inghetata, lua forma ce-i fu data.
Vesnic!



Chiparus... prin para si foc, vijelios... joc;



Ca prin foc sa arza, dincolo sa treaca, prin jar
si cenusa



Sus pe calea cea apusa, ce-a alesului fagas.



Frati blajini, rohmani! Din aievea fiind, da dupa
apa Simbetii,



Dupa brazda lu Novac,



Din scorbu pamintului, al din naltu muntelui,



Muntelui caruntului, s-al bradului, 



Bradului, viteazului.



La virfsori da munte, la bradui marunti, la stina
batrina,



Unde iarba creste, da-n patru sa-mpleteste,



Cerbu runcului, fiara cimpului, s-a pamintului,
agale-n plai coboara...



Toti copaci in calea sa, crengile-s pleca



Coarnele-i margaritare s-impunzatoare



Laganat purtat, spre al tainic loc, fagas.



Cum urzica sa nunteste, sa-nunteste
s-nfloreste,



Din intins cuprins da lume, scaun da lege sa
aduna



Vorba sa o spuna, raspicat si pentru tati.



Legea bitii si cea fricii. Drept!



Pieptu ursului brazdat,



Da Focu Viu, da dupa Strimba Oilor



In mijlocu poienilor, si-n mijlocu padurilor,



Flacara-i rasfringe, si din foc si singe



Mugur verde da brad, imbucat, insingerat...
s-ntrupat... dascatusat.



D-aci, incotro... dincolo...



Fagas!







[English translation:]







Open gates of wind, a whistle slowly crawling
in



Locked winter, greened forests.



Black and white are blending secretly untwining
time



The drop falls, splitting the rock,



The round dance starts to circle untwining
waters; the strong ice



Which has long traveled, from the rocky
mountain's heart;



A sign: the beginning of time. By itself. On the
chosen path.



At the forest's heart, in the wind's
whispering,



In the rock's shadow... a sculptured face on the
heights of Ceahlau Mountain



Which, from icy ice, took the shape it had been
given. Forever!



Pepper... through flames and fire, stormy...
game;



Burned in fire, through embers and ashes,
crossing beyond



Upwards on a faded path - that of the chosen
path.



Kind-hearted brothers, rohmani! Coming from the
real, from beyond Apa Simbetii,



Beyond Novac's furrow,



From the heart of the earth, in the mountains
high,



The grayish mountains, and of the fir tree,



Fir tree... the brave!



In the mountains high, through the small firs, at
the old sheepfold



Where the grass grows, interweaving four by
four,



Stag of the defrosted realm, beast of the fields
and of the earth, slowly descending...



The trees in his way they all bend their
branches



His goading antlers like pearls



Swinging gait... towards the secret place - the
path.



Stinging nettle sprouting, and blooming,



From the vastness of the world a law is taking
shape



To utter the word, bluntly, and for all.



Law of the club and of the fear. True!



Furrowed bear chest,



By the Living Fire, from beyond Strimba Oilor



At the heart of the clearings, at the heart of
the woods,



Its flame throws back, and from fire and blood



Green fir's bud, gobbled up, stained with
blood... embodied... unchained.



From here, to where... beyond...



The path!