Four Popular Romanian Songs – voice & guitar
I – Dorul meu e numai dor 3:50
II – Neicӑ, tot gîndind la tine
III – Doină Stăncuţei (Tiberiu Brediceanu)
IV – Trandafir de la Moldova
I brought back these four beautiful romanian folk songs from a trip to Bucharest where I was invited for the premiere of Ombre & lumière.
Description
My desire is just a desire Green leaf of millet, My desire is just a desire, I cannot tell it to everyone, green leaf, I cannot tell it to everyone, green leaf. I would tell it to someone, I would tell it to someone, So they would carry it like me, green leaf, So they would carry it like me, green leaf. If only longing were a seller, I would become a buyer, I would buy longing with longing, green leaf, I would buy longing with longing, green leaf. But longing is not for sale, But longing is not for sale, For it would hold you even more, green leaf, For it would hold you even more, green leaf.
Neică (my dear), always thinking of you Neică, always thinking of you Not even a single spark of my heart remains Not even a grain of darnel Not even a grain of darnel And what, neică, is left Burns inside me with sorrow, măi. Neică, when I didn’t know you Where I lay down, I slept But now, since I know you I lay my head on the headrest I think of you first I think of you first, măi. I think, neică, of you What kind of land holds you That you no longer come by me That you no longer come by me I am held by the earth with grass I can’t come without a reason, măi. If you knew, neică, what longing is You wouldn’t grieve my heart And if you knew, the love You wouldn’t break my heart You would make night into day And you would come to me.
How many flowers up on the hill, All of them you brought to me La la la la la … How many flowers up on the hill All of them you brought to me La la la la la … A strand of corn silk, Listen, dear, listen Listen, dear, listen Proud wheat ear, At the beautiful girl at her waist. How many flowers you gathered through the village, All of them you gave to me, La la la la la … How many flowers you gathered through the village, All of them you gave to me La la la la la … A strand of corn silk, Listen, dear, listen Listen, dear, listen Proud wheat ear, At the beautiful girl at her waist.
Rose from Moldavia Rose from Moldova, I would love you, but I do not know the words. Ref: Long, long is the green grass what I loved can no longer be seen It was green, it has withered « hei » what I loved has shaken off. Moldovan rose, I love you, but I do not dare. Rose from Bacău, come so I can love you.
