Tudor Gheorghe "Pedeapsa macului" lyrics

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Pedeapsa macului

Arde macul sa se-nsoare,Macul roscovanul,C-a pus ochii pe-o Cicoare…Nu-i ca ea o alta floareMandra in tot lanul.

Insa floarea mult iubita,Floare mai aleasa,Nu-i cu macul potrivita,Ci-i cu Flutur logoditaSi-i va fi mireasa.

Craiul Flutur , domnul mare,Manios, pe data,S-arunca pe vant calare,Si-ajungand la Mac in zare,A pornit a-l bate.

Cu aripile-aurite,Strajnic mi-l loveste,Jos cad foile izbite,Si din urma , risipite,Vantul le goneste .

Rad cicorile si lanul…Creste veselia,Ca din Macul RoscovanulA ramas acum ,sarmanul,Numai maciulia.

The punishment of the Poppy

The poppy is burning to marry,The foxy poppy,As it set its eyes on a chicory,There is no other proud flowerLike it in all the field.

Yet the most beloved flower,The most choice flowerIs not suited to the poppyBut is engaged to the ButterflyAnd will be his bride.

King Butterfly, great ruler,Furious, at once,Throws himself to the wind on horseback,And reaching the poppy on the horizon,Started to beat him.

With golden wings,The guard strikes him for me,The leaves fall downward, stricken,And backward, scattered,The wind banishes them.

The chicories and the field laugh,The mirth grows,As of the Foxy PoppyRemained now, the beggar,Only a seed-pod.

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