Thank you, thank you, lautari!
Eastern wind,
Mark out my story, my border and my migrant memory ...
Play, lautar,
the rain and the morning, the steppe and the road
of our return.
Bring the night, the songs of the "ever-wandering",
of the "ever-here";
Stay this way, do not speak.
Bring the night, the songs of the "ever-wandering",
of the "ever-here";
Stay this way, stay here with me.
Eastern wind,
the step is denied, the army falls back from the front ...
Sing, lautar,
the bitter defeat which later another defeat
will dissipate.
Play, lautar,
your lute from ash inflamed, the lost time ...
Drink, lautar,
the day is nigh, it's on his way again
in order to forget.
Bring the night, the songs of the "ever-wandering",
of the "ever-here";
Stay this way, do not speak.
Bring the night, the songs of the "ever-wandering",
of the "ever-here";
Stay this way, stay here with me.
Lautari were moldovian wandering musicians, from which took its name a sicilian folk band (https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lautari)