Neguro Bunget - Iiii lyrics

In padure urla lupii, ger napraznic sa p**neste 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 p**neste! 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! [English translation:] 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, pa**ing 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!