Cuculetul

The Cuckoo

- Oh, oh, buddy
Green liver, chickpea
Fuck your cuckoo law
You come in summer, you leave in summer
Aolica, I wonder what you eat in winter.
- I eat rotten beechwood
And drink water from a lake
And sing to the girls with love.
- Sing, cuckoo, don't stop
Because I met a bad heart
My horse lost its saddle
The saddle and the whip
And Leana found it for me
If she doesn't want to give it back to me

Sing, cuckoo!

Oh, oh, buddy
Sing more, cuckoo, more
Aolica, the summers
Panalica, all the mornings
When the sun rises
Aolica, when the wives go out
To the cowherd with the cows
She takes the cows to the ford
Sing more, cuckoo, with love
Because this summer you sang to me
But I didn't listen to you
Because I was a little angry
But now I've made up
Sing more, cuckoo, with love.

Sing, cuckoo!
Sing, hoarse cuckoo, hoarse!

Oh, oh, buddy
Green liver, tangled, more
Who is my clean plowman
A true worker
He doesn't sleep at night in the village
And only sleeps in the fields
With oxen yoked to the plow
- Come, uncle, from the plow
Because my shirt burns on my body
- Even if it burns you completely
I won't come until I plow the land
To plow the land, to furrow it
And then I'll come to love you
Aolica, I feel like going crazy, more

Sing, cuckoo!
Sing, hoarse cuckoo, hoarse, hoarse!

Oh, oh, buddy
Sing, cuckoo, it spins
Aolica, like a proud woman when she dresses
And spreads her feathers, more, like proud eyebrows, more

But spread your tail like a proud dress
But my heart has dried up, more, and it will dry up like the world
But someone like you has eaten my youth
What should I do with it now?
Aolica, what should I do with it now, more..

Sing to me, cuckoo, only to me
Because in summer you never know
The meadow remains empty of Ion and Ilie

Aolica, if it's not - it's not proud
Who will caress me
If it's not who left
Don't leave any answer
Not even enough words
Cuckoo where do you come from
From the girl in the vineyard

Sing to me, cuckoo, only to me
Because in summer you never know
The meadow remains empty of Ion and Ilie