Lyrics for Romania 2005

Alina Eremia – Turai!

Romanian: 

Zis-a mama, cand am intrebat

Ca mi-s cea mai mandra in sat
Harnicuta cum o alta nu-i
Nu m-ar da pe-oricat nimanui.

Doua mure-n loc de ochisori
Si obrajii ca doi bujori
Parul in cosite impletit
Gura ca un mac inflorit.
Asta-s eu si nu am ce face,
Hai turai si turai si turai!
Toata lumea in sat ma place,
Hai turai si turai si turai !

Dragu’ mi-i din gura a canta
Pana cand se va-nsera.
Si mi-i drag la hora ca sa joc,
Pana din calcaie iese foc.

Hei, hei, turai, hei!

Mai, badita, nu sta suparat,
Ca e vremea de jucat,
Sa ne luam de mana amandoi
Cum e jocul pe la noi.

Asta-s eu si nu am ce face,
Hai turai si turai si turai!
Toata lumea in sat ma place,
Hai turai si turai si turai!

Dragu’ mi-i din gura a canta,
Pana cand se va-nsera
Si mi-i drag la hora ca sa joc,
Pana din calcaie iese foc.

Hei, hei, turai, hei, turai, hei!

Cand sarbatoarea e in toi, sa pot dansa
Sa fiu cu fete si feciori de varsta mea, hei!

Doua mure-n loc de ochisori
Si obrajii ca doi bujori
Parul in cosite impletit
Gura ca un mac inflorit

Si mi-i drag la hora ca sa joc
Pana din calcaie iese foc.
Dragu’ mi-i din gura a canta
Pana cand se va-nsera.
Hei!

English:

 Mother said, when I asked her,
 That I was the prettiest in my village
 And as busy as a bee.
 She wouldn’t give me away for the world.

 Two blackberries are my tiny eyes
 And my cheeks are like two peonies.
 My hair is braided in long tresses
 And my mouth is like a blooming field poppy.

 This is me, there’s nothing to be done.
 Let’s tzooray and tzooray and tzooray.
 Everybody in my village cares for me.
 Let’s tzooray and tzooray and tzooray.

 I want to sing at the top of my voice
 Until the sun sets.
 And I want to join the round dance
 And dance until my heels catch fire.
 Hey, hey, tzooray, hey.

 Come on, boy, cheer up.
 It’s high time for dancing.
 Hold out your hand to me.
 That’s the way we’re dancing over here.

 This is me, there’s nothing to be done.
 Let’s tzooray and tzooray and tzooray.
 Everybody in my village cares for me.
 Let’s tzooray and tzooray and tzooray.

 I want to sing at the top of my voice
 Until the sun sets.
 And I want to join the round dance
 And dance until my heels catch fire.
 
Hey, hey, tzooray, hey.

 When the feast is in full swing, I can dance.
 I can be with girls and lads of my age. Hey!

 Two blackberries are my tiny eyes
 And my cheeks are like two peonies.
 My hair is braided in long tresses
 And my mouth is like a blooming field poppy.

 And I want to join the round dance
 And dance until my heels catch fire.
 I want to sing at the top of my voice
 Until the sun sets. Hey!

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