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Nicolae Pitis, Lapus, Maramures, Romania - malinstoryteller.com

All my life I've been an outlaw (in the forest) And I'm going again this year While the forest keeps its leaves All the brave men have it well When the forest discards its leaves All the brave men go back home To their wife and children Why are you swinging, fir tree, Without rain our wind, With the leaves down to the ground? Why should I not be swinging If the sheep are coming. The sheep come from the mountain, The lands remain silent, The sheep come to the valley The sheepfolds are left empty, The pens are left without sheep And without a shepherdess. Well swing then, fir tree! For I've also swung After those dear to me. The stream is beautiful, The shepherd even more, When he goes with the sheep Away from the shepherdess. The city girl is beautiful, But the shepherdess even more. What about the sheep in the fields Who hear the voice of the shepherdess! He who hears my mouth Can know I've not suckled on a breast, Only on sheep milk And the mouth of the shepherdess. Interpretation Alex Ilea, Baia Mare Video Malin Skinnar info @ malinstoryteller.com www.malinstoryteller.com