Translation of the song lyrics Trecea Fanfara Militară - Dan Spataru

Trecea Fanfara Militară (original)

Eram copil, in primii ani de scoala,
Dar mi-a ramas in minte-ntiparit,
Un obicei, din urbea mea natala,
De toata lumea, foarte indragit.
Pe inserat, in zi de sarbatoare,
Ne adunam, copii de varsta mea.
Si ne duceam, cu totii-n strada mare,
Sa fim aproape, sa putem vedea.
Trecea fanfara militara
In frunte c-un tambur major
Tras prin inel cu mustacioara
Si buzdugan stralucitor.
Ici-colo cate-o domnisoara,
Privea c-un zambet visator
Trecand fanfara militara
Cu tot alaiul ei sonor.
Cand am pornit pe drumurile vietii
Orasul meu cu parcuri si castani
Orasul meu, din vremea tineretii
Nu l-am vazut atatia ani si ani.
Dar peste tot, in drumurile mele,
Cand o trompeta auzeam sunand
Imi aminteam de serile cu stele,
De strada mare, si atunci in gand,
Trecea fanfara militara
In frunte c-un tambur major
Tras prin inel cu mustacioara
Si buzdugan stralucitor.
Ici-colo cate-o domnisoara,
Privea c-un zambet visator
Trecand fanfara militara
In frunte c-un tambur major,
Si nu demult, dupa atata vreme,
Mi-am revazut orasul meu natal,
Desi schimbat in armonii moderne,
Tot mai pastreaz-un iz patriarhal.
Si intr-o zi, in zi de sarbatoare,
Privind pe bolta stelele cum ard,
Am tresarit, si plin de incantare,
Am alergat spre noul bulevard.
In pragul unei nopti de vara,
Sub stralucirea stelelor,
Trecea fanfara militara,
Cu tot alaiul ei sonor,
Trecea fanfara militara,
Cu tot alaiul eЇ sonor.

(translation)

I was a child, in the first years of school,
But it stuck in my mind,
A custom from my hometown,
Everyone loved him.
In the evening, on a holiday,
We gather, children my age.
And we were all going down the high street,
Let's be close, let's see.
The military marching band was passing
Leading with a major drum
Pulled through the mustache ring
And a shiny mace.
Here's a miss,
He looked with a dreamy smile
Passing military fanfare
With all its sound procession.
When I set out on the paths of life
My city with parks and chestnut trees
My city, from my youth
I haven't seen him in years.
But everywhere in my path,
When I heard a trumpet, I heard it ringing
I remembered the evenings with stars,
The high street, and then thinking,
The military marching band was passing
Leading with a major drum
Pulled through the mustache ring
And a shiny mace.
Here's a miss,
He looked with a dreamy smile
Passing military fanfare
Leading by a major drum,
And not long ago, after all this time,
I saw my hometown again,
Although changed in modern harmonies,
It still has a patriarchal scent.
And one day, on a holiday,
Watching the stars burn in the vault,
I shuddered, and full of delight,
I ran to the new boulevard.
On the eve of a summer night,
Under the stars,
The military marching band was passing,
With all its sound procession,
The military marching band was passing,
With all the procession, it's loud.