Ii lyrics

Artist  : Negura Bunget 
Song : Ii



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 Catre sipotu da piatra, din padurea deasa, deasa
si intunecoasa

Pleca dimineata, pa roua, pa ceata, pa roua
nepascuta,

Cu roua-n picioare, cu ceata-n spinare.

Opspe suliti pin-n apus.

Sus la naltu cerului, la razele soarelui, 'n
revarsatu zorilor

La greu coboris, verde alunis, galban
paltinis.

Foaie da mugur da stinjen eu is baci aci la
munte.

Cind rasare mindru soare ias cu turma pe
razoare,

Cind rasare mindra luna zic, codrului noapte
buna,

Si ma leagana frunza, si m-adoarme lin doina,

Si ma leagana gindu, si m-adoarme fluieru.

Mindra matraguna, iarb-a padurii, floarea
padurii, lasa-ma sa te culeg,

Sub claru lunii, 'n mijlocu padurii, din gradina
Dinsalor.

La mijloc da noapte deasa, luna singura dascoasa,
vraja sigura sa iasa.

Stapinele ale vintului, Dusmanele ale
pamintului

Stati in urma-mi, calea da mi-i da, vraja da la
sine sa facea.

Pe nalt virf da magura, ceata si negura

Da jos, jos din vale, pina hat... in zare...

Si din munte-n munte, si din plai in plai, pina-n
piatra-n piatra,

(Muntii cu risii, codrii cu ursii, magurile cu
fiarele, bitcele cu ciutele

Stincile cu vulpile, dumbravi cu izvoarele, tati
adinc priveau... si sa minunau.)

In vinturi si-n volburi, din vinturi aruncat, si
trimes, in putu cu jgheab

Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru
cu cugetu.

Si pre calea ratacitilor, inspre Ursu Mare... 'n
Tara da Sus.

Ceru megies, sfatosenia graieste.

(Codru sa cutremura, ulmi si brazi sa clatina,
fagi si paltini sa pleca,

Fruntea da i-o racorea, mina da i-o saruta si cu
freamat da-l plingea.)

Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru
cu fulgeru.

In cringu cerului, din sorbu pamintului.

Zau!

P-un drum in dasis, la vechi alunis

La picior da munte, pe dealuri marunte,

Prin plaiuri tacute, da vinturi batute,

Noaptea-n codrii ma apuca, codrilor le sunt
naluca

Naluca purtata, din vechi vremi uitata.

Verde mugur brad da munte, pe dealuri
marunte,

Cu plaiuri tacute, da vinturi suflate si da ploi
udate,

Nedei si sintilii, iata, intre munti si deal,
glas navalnic greu rasuna, din vazduh.

Pretutindeni 'ncet s-aduna, la foc; da sub clar
da luna!

Hora apriga sa-ncinge, muntilor ii tie
chinge,

Sa unesc, si-n tara asta, cea da dincolo o
trec,

Tirg da dat. Da dind dai, muntelui pe loc te tai.
Ii-esti!



[English translation:]



Towards the rocky spring, in the thick forest,
thick and dark

He left at dawn... dew and fog... not grazed
yet,

Dew on the feet, fog on the meat.

Eighteen hours till sunset.

Up in the sky, beams of the sun, daybreak

A steep descent... the hazel wood's green, the
sycamore grove's yellow.

Green is the iris's bud... shepherd am I, here,
in the mountains.

When the sun rises I take my flock on the
balks

When the moon rises I tell the woods good
night

And the leaf is swinging me, and the doina's
soothing me,

And the thought is swinging me, and the pipe is
soothing me.

Fairy Belladonna, grass of the woods, flower of
the woods, let me pick you up

In moonlight, in the middle of the forest, in
Their garden

In the depth of a thick night, the lonely moon
unstitches to let the spell take place.

Masters of the Wind, Earth's Enemies

Stay behind me, show me my way; make the spell
take shape, all by itself.

On the high top hill, fog and darkness
(negura)

From deep down the valley, till far in the
distance.

From mountain to mountain, from realm to realm,
from stone to stone

(Mountains' lynx, forests' bears, beasts of the
hills

Foxes of the rocks, springs of the groves, all of
them were gazing and wondering.)

From within winds and whirlwinds thrown away
towards the stars

To measure the earth with his steps and the sky
with his thought.

On a path of the lost, towards Ursu Mare... up
the Upper World.

The near sky speaks the secret wisdom.

(Woods were quaking, firs and elms were shaking,
beeches and sycamores were bending,

Cooling his forehead, kissing his hand, weeping
upon him with their sigh.)

His steps measure the earth, his lightning the
sky.

In the skies' grove... heart of the earth.

Indeed!

On a path through the thicket... at the old hazel
wood

At the foot of a mountain, on the lowest
hills,

Through silent fields blown by winds,

Caught by night in the woods - I am their
long-forgotten apparition.

Green fir's bud up in the mountains, on the
lowest hills,

On silent fields blown by winds, and by
rains,

Behold, between the mountains and the hills, a
mighty voice is echoing from above.

From everywhere they gather round the fire, in
moonlight!

Round dance begins, it holds the mountains,

They become one, and bring the other land into
this one,

A trade! By giving thou give, you're mountain's
own... you're being it!