Horde of Bedouins
Descend from the mountains today
The fiddles sing
They move in circle
And start the crazy "Batacanda"
The blood is piping hot
Yells and laughs
Are joining in a crazy way the "Batacanda"
The road is full of dust (floating in the air)
Is singing the most known "taraf"(its a traditional romanian band from folk genere)
The fire is burning and there is smell of fog
The night is coming ,but they are dancing "Batacanda"
The bear is walking around unleash
The horses are hoof beating
The gypsy whit cowrie
They are guessing your future
And they alleviate your fire (fire=love ,i believe)
Even if you don't want
The wine is drinking like the water(fast without getting drunk)
And the earth is splitting
Under the heavy steps.