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Tru yisu, tru somnu

Tru yisu, tru somnu-nji si pârea, nji si pârea
Câ gionli-a meu, mâratu, elu fudzea, fudzea;
Cu mâna ndreaptâ perlu-shi kiptina,
Sh-cu-alantâ mânâ elu mi aduna.
 
Lilicea mea, sivdaia a mea!
Cu mâna ndreaptâ perlu-shi kiptina,
Sh-cu-alantâ mânâ elu mi aduna.
 
Mârata cân' mi dishtiptai, mi dishtiptai,
Ditu inimâ io-nji suskirai, io-nji suskirai,
"Vrută, s-mi ashteptsâ, io va s-yinu aoa,
Lilice mshatâ, oh, nu-nji mi-agârshea!"
 
Lilicea mea, sivdaia a mea!
Vrută, s-mi ashteptsâ, io va s-yinu aoa,
Lilice mshatâ, oh, nu-nji mi-agârshea!
 
"Mi giur pri njiata mea, gione, pri njiata mea,
Câ bana mea va-shibâ a ta, va-shibâ a ta.
Io va-nji ti-ashteptu tini, gionli a meu,
Câ fârâ tini nji-easti multu greu!"
 
Lilicea mea, sivdaia a mea!
Io va-nji ti-ashteptu tini, gionli a meu,
Câ fârâ tini nji-easti multu greu!
 
Tru yisu, tru somnu-nji si pârea, nji si pârea
Câ gionli-a meu, mâratu, elu fudzea, fudzea;
Cu mâna ndreaptâ perlu-shi kiptina,
Sh-cu-alantâ mânâ elu mi aduna.
 
Lilicea mea, sivdaia a mea!
Cu mâna ndreaptâ perlu-shi kiptina,
Sh-cu-alantâ mânâ elu mi aduna.
 
Translation

When I was sleeping, in my dream

When I was sleeping, in my dream, my poor man
Was running, running;
With his right hand he was combing his hair
And with his other hand he was embracing me.
 
My flower, my love!
With his right hand he was combing his hair
And with his other hand he was embracing me.
 
My poor girl, when I woke up... when I woke up,
I was sighing from the deeps of my heart... sighing:
"My love, wait for me, I will be here,
You beautiful flower, alas, don't forget about me!"
 
My flower, my love!
My love, wait for me, I will be here,
You beautiful flower, alas, don't forget about me!
 
"I swear on my youth, on my youth, boy
That my life will be yours... will be yours.
I will wait for you, my love,
Because without you is so bad!"
 
My flower, my love!
I will wait for you, my love,
Because without you is so bad!"
 
When I was sleeping, in my dream, my poor man
Was running, running;
With his right hand he was combing his hair
And with his other hand he was embracing me.
 
My flower, my love!
With his right hand he was combing his hair
And with his other hand he was embracing me.
 
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