Pindu - Un trandafilu creashti la firida mea (English translation)

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Romanian (Aromanian)

Un trandafilu creashti la firida mea

Un trandafilu creashti la firida mea
Tsi'sh apleacã frundzãli lishoru ,
Lungã'nj pari calea pãn la vruta mea
Shi'nj si pari cã va'nj moru di doru ,
Lungã'nj pari calea pãn la vruta mea
Shi'nj si pari cã va'nj moru di doru
 
Mi'anghisam anda eram doji deadunu
Nu dzãtseamu cã va nj dispãrtsam,
Puji tutsã anvãrliga di noi cãntau
Lilicili tuti s'diskideau ,
Puji tutsã anvãrliga di noi cãntau
Lilicili tuti s'diskideau.
 
Anda mi'sculai dit somnu vruta
Ni puj , ni lilici nu erau,
Ni tini lãngã mini vrutã nu erai
Lãhtãrsitu dit somnu mi'sculai ,
Ni tini lãngã mini vrutã nu erai
Lãhtãrsitu dit somnu mi'sculai.
 
Stau la masã, unã carti ca sã scriu
Ca sã scriu io vrutã a meu doru ,
Ca sã scriu io vrutã tora a meu doru
Le le le lilicea pãdurilor ,
Ca sã scriu io vrutã tora a meu doru
Le le le lilicea pãdurilor .
 
Un trandafilu creashti la firida mea
Tsi'sh apleacã frundzãli lishoru ,
Lungã'nj pari calea pãn la vruta mea
Shi'nj si pari cã va'nj moru di doru ,
Lungã'nj pari calea pãn la vruta mea
Shi'nj si pari cã va'nj moru di doru 
 
Submitted by Sebastian Florea on Tue, 08/11/2016 - 18:48
Last edited by Vlædīmīrī on Sat, 23/09/2017 - 04:08
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English translation

A rose grows at my window

A rose grows at my window
And slowly leans its leaves
Long is the way to my beloved
And I fear that longing will be my death
Long is the way to my beloved
And I fear that longing will be my death
 
I dreamed that we were together
I never thought we'd break up
All the birs were singing around us
All the flowers were blossiming
All the birs were singing around us
All the flowers were blossiming
 
When I woke up
There were no more birds and flowers
Neither were you
I woke up with a jolt
You weren't by my side
I woke up with a jolt
 
I sit at the desk to write a book
Oh, my love, to write about the longing for you
Oh, my love, to write about the longing for you
Le-le-le, the flower of the woods
Oh, my love, to write about the longing for you
Le-le-le, the flower of the woods
 
A rose grows at my window
And slowly leans its leaves
Long is the way to my beloved
And I fear that longing will be my death
Long is the way to my beloved
And I fear that longing will be my death
 
Submitted by Sebastian Florea on Fri, 13/10/2017 - 13:22
Author's comments:

Warmest thanks for Ioana and Lavinia who have helped me with some phrases I couldn't translate properly.
If there's anything I should change in order to make it sound more natural in English, please say it 'cause I appreciate it a lot

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