Lyrics of IIII - Negură Bunget

IIII (original)

In padure urla lupii, ger napraznic sa porneste
Tat in cale inlemneste, impietreste si topeste.
Colo sus la nalt da munte, neaua-i d-un genunche,
Vintu cind a bate, prin oi o razbate.
Drept viteaz, sub namete-m sta, baci batrin imi asculta
Daspre tat si toate, intelept il invata,
Ciinele si fluieru alunga-ncet doru, dor da tat si toate
Al de-a lumii date.
D-afara crivatu mugeste, neaua cum cerneste
Intunericu patrunde, neagra noapte inconjoara tat.
Gadinet incet isi misca gitu…
Si dodata… sa porneste!
Haita lupului, chiar din Luparie!
Ceru inghetat si negru, da indata-l trece.
Buturuga, ruga;
si bustean.
Fa da lumineaza,
Lemnu strimb ce foc-l indreapta,
Cu-a ta putere, si intelepciune, da ma dumireste.
Jos pa deal da vale, 'nalta vale,
Unde cercu-nconjoara, 'nconjoara si dasparte
Ce-i d-afara, da ce-I.
Ii!
D-al lupului.
Si bradului!
Wolves are howling in the winds, a sudden frost
Freezing, hardening and melting everything in its way.
Up there, in the mountains high,
As winds start to blow, passing through the sheep.
A true brave, sits under the snow drift, listening to the old shepherd words
Telling about all things, wisely teaching him.
The hound and the shepherd’s flute throw away the longing
For worldly needs.
Icy north wind roaring outside, sifting the snow
Darkness’s crawling in, a black night encloses all.
Slowly the wolf’s shaking its neck… and then, suddenly moves!
The wolf’s pack, deep from the Wolf’s Stars
Crossing instantly black and frosty sky.
Stump, and you, log, I’m asking you… shed the light upon me Crooked wood straightened through fire,
Enlighten me with all your power and knowledge.
Down the hill into the valley, a high valley,
Where the circle circles, circles and severs
That which outside from that which Is.
It Is!
Wolf’s!
And Fir’s!

(translation)

The wolves howl in the forest, the cold is about to start
The path freezes, hardens and melts.
Up high on the mountain, the snow on one knee,
He came when he beat her and beat her.
As a brave man, I sit under the mud, the old baci listens to me
About the father and all, the wise man teaches him,
The dog and the whistle slowly drive away longing, longing and all
Of the given world.
Outside, the crow barks, the snow sifts
Darkness penetrates, black night surrounds father.
Gadinet slowly moves gitu…
And suddenly… to start!
The pack of the wolf, right from Luparie!
The sky was frozen and black, but it passed immediately.
Buturuga, ruga;
and logs.
Make it light,
I turn the wood that the fire directs,
With your strength and wisdom, yes, I wonder.
Jos pa deal da vale, 'nalta vale,
Where the circle surrounds, the circle surrounds
What is outside, what is.
Ii!
Mr. Wolf.
And the Christmas tree!
Wolves are howling in the winds, a sudden frost
Freezing, hardening and melting everything in its way.
Up there, in the mountains high,
As winds start to blow, passing through the sheep.
A true brave, sits under the snow drift, listening to the old shepherd words
Telling about all things, wisely teaching him.
The hound and the shepherd’s flute throw away the longing
For worldly needs.
Icy north wind roaring outside, sifting the snow
Darkness’s crawling in, a black night encloses all.
Slowly the wolf’s shaking its neck… and then, suddenly moves!
The wolf’s pack, deep from the Wolf’s Stars
Crossing instantly black and frosty sky.
Stump, and you, log, I’m asking you… shed the light upon me Crooked wood straightened through fire,
Enlighten me with all your power and knowledge.
Down the hill into the valley, a high valley,
Where the circle circles, circles and severs
That which outside from that which Is.
It Is!
Wolf’s!
And Fir’s!