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[magnoliamyrrh]

[partial translation]

in the forest goes by sheep

go, go, go (going)

green leaf and ma-sheered-sheep

go, go, go

.....

cuz Badea who'se dear to me (who was given to me)

go, go, go

and in (on) the valley, and on the Prut river

.........

make me god a rainbow, at the under-river near Mândruța (a name and/or diminutive meaning prideful girl)

make me god lilac at Mândruța's, at her foot

make me god a bird, so that I can fly over the forest with the leaf

to the window of Mândruța, so I may sing to her of the longing/yearning/absence which presses on me

so i can ask her, how does she like it? love, what is it made out of?

neither out of pears, neither out of apples, neither out of thin lips

neither out of pears, neither out of apples, cuz out of linen (it is), sisters

[imonddd]

yes

[magnoliamyrrh]

green leaf of watermelon, a little cloud is passing above

i dont know if its rain or snow, or tears of a woman grown

leaf of a little white flower, my sweetheart has send me a letter, to allow him to get married

may this be your sin, my dear. my this be your sin. you have loved me and have left me

you loved me like a girl-child, and left me like a stranger

you loved me like a gentle chick, and left me crying on the road

green leaf of watermelon, a little cloud is passing above

[magnoliamyrrh]

[magnoliamyrrh]

green leaf, tree of chickpea,

the breath of the wind,

you do not have (holy) soil for your grave,

an aimless wonderer in a foreign world

you do not have (holy) soil for your rest

without the olt, without the carpathians, without the danube and brothers,

how much of a stranger (foreigner) i am

the blood leaves itself heavy

and it drags me under the ground

down below, to where im from

and it drags me under the ground

down below, to where im from

soul without a root/a head

you dont either go, neither you remain

if i would be water, so that i may flow

stealthily into an amurn(?)

the mountains would find out that i am leaving

and the (shallow/passable part of a) river would remain dry

that i would leave in the big noon

i would take the road under (in) my feet,

but I am not grass, and i cannot leave, with the soil as well

but i am not grass, and i cannot leave, with the soil as well

[magnoliamyrrh]