Vara la țară [English translation]

La, ra-ra-ru, la-p-ta,

La, ri-ra-ra-ra,

La, ri-li-lu-li-p-ți

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

Lu, li-li-lu-li-p-ți,

Lu-lu-lu-li-lu,

Li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu!

My holiday house (ouch!)

Is in the countryside,

That’s where I almost died

Of loneliness and sadness (no!)

Dizzy because of the sun

And horribly sun-burnt! (like this, like this)

There, when there’s nothing else to do

Any hag

Is the village doctor (doctor!)

Life thrives here

Although it lacks

The occidental comfort.

There is no pub (ouch!),

No club either,

Except for a sly innkeeper (a sly innkeeper! ha-ha!)

Who’s got bad merchandise

And a wife

That cheats him with an officer.

La, ra-ra-ru, la-p-ta,

La, ri-ra-ra-ra,

La, ri-li-lu-li-p-ți

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

Lu, li-li-lu-li-p-ți,

Lu-lu-lu-li-lu,

Li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu!

When you walk on the main road

To take a stroll,

There’s so much dust that you can’t even see yourself:

The village herds

Are passing by, gently wiggling their tails

And heading for the orchard.

And it accompanies you like an escort

A swarm

Of mosquitoes with a high-pitch voice (sss! tz-tz-tz-tz!)

Endowed on their heads with a tool,

A tiny one,

That they call nose… (o-ho-hopa!)

La, ra-ra-ru, la-p-ta,

La, ri-ra-ra-ra,

La, ri-li-lu-li-p-ți

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

Lu, li-li-lu-li-p-ți,

Lu-lu-lu-li-lu,

Li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu!

When measures are taken,

People swear at

The hygienist

And ask him nonsensically:

“You ! Do you have something against us?

Why should we lime-wash?’’

The village virgins

With no shoes on,

Go outside, leaning on the fences when it gets dark (aaah!)

(One night, I saw there

Some things

That seemed to me outrageous!)

(Cock-a-doodle-doo)

But at dawn the damned roosters start

To make noise (Cock-a-doodle-doo!)

So that you would have enough of the life

And the sweetness

Of the countryside!

That’s why I’m saying

This great thing:

That from now on, you may even slaughter me

But I don’t need another cure (No!)

In nature

Even if you were to take me there with great pomp!

La, ra-ra-ru, la-p-ta,

La, ri-ra-ra-ra,

La, ri-li-lu-li-p-ți

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

Lu, li-li-lu-li-p-ți,

Lu-lu-lu-li-lu,

Li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu!

Let the painters go to the countryside (yes!)

To perish

Because of the heat and the dust! (That’s what they deserve!)

But you give me paved roads (You from the city hall, do you hear me?)

And also swept roads (Yes!)

Give me a cinema! (And bingo!)

Give me, give me narrow streets

Where

People live life to the fullest,

With carriages, beautiful women (ee!)

And girls (EEE!)

Who have at least shoes on! (hey!)

La, ra-ra-ru, la-p-ta,

La, ri-ra-ra-ra,

La, ri-li-lu-li-p-ți

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

La-la-ri-lu-la-la,

Lu, li-li-lu-li-p-ți,

Lu-lu-lu-li-lu,

Li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu, li-lu-lu!

• Artist:Pasărea Colibri
• Album:Ciripituri 1998