Lyrics:

Bun ii vinul ghiurghiuliu
Cules toamna prin tarziu
Mai pe bruma, mai pe-omat
Mult mai beu si nu ma-mbat

M-am jurat ca n-oi mai be
Dar eu nu ma pot tine
Bun ii vinul, bine-mi place
Nu stiu viei ce i-oi face


Vinisor de poama rara
Se suie-n cap far' de scara
Vinisor de boghi verzi
Face pe om de nu-l vezi

Bun ii vinul si gustos
Cind il bei cu om frumos
Dar de-l bei cu om urat
Se opreste vinu-n gat


TRAD



431/5000
Good. It's the gingerbread wine
Gather the fall by late
when it's rough, on the snow
I do not care much

I swore they were not
But I can not keep you
Good wine, I like it well
I do not know the vines they are doing to her


Poor winemaker
The head of the ladder goes up
Vineyard of green bogie
Make the man not see him

Good wine and tasty
When you drink it with a beautiful man
But drink him with a bad man
He stops blaming his neck