The long-awaited follow-up to our “Nice Driveway” trilogy. Orkestar Bez Ime returns with a darker, more Romany-infused album.

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• (Romany)

  Te Aven Baxtale

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    Haj, haj, Devla, Devla so kerdyom.
    Pala, Devla, Devla matilyom.
    // T’aven, t’aven baxtale, ol bare haj
    ol tikne,
    Murro trajo luludyi ande ratyi. //
    Haj(de), romnyej, romnyej te zhas,
    The has te pijas haj te gilyabas.
    Deman, Devla adyes te trajisau,
    Le hurde, bare ka te dikhau.
    Deman, Devla, Devla sastipe,
    Le romnyake haj le xurdorre.

    (God, what have I done,
    Again, Lord, I’ve become drunk
    // May you be lucky, grownups
    and children,
    My life is like a flower in the night. //
    Come, woman, let’s go,
    To eat and drink and sing.
    Give me, Lord, today to live,
    So I may see the small ones grow up.
    Give me, Lord, good health,
    For the woman and the children.)

• (Romania)

  Opinca

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    Hop hop și iară-ș hop
    Cu opinca hai la joc
    Hop hop, hop și iară-ș hop
    Hai cu tofa fără dop…măiii…ah
    Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce da
    Joc cu mîndra, mîndra mea
    Haida, haida, nu lăsa măi
    Joacă mîndra joacă bine…
    Hai, hai și iară-ș hai
    Cu opinca merg în rai
    Hop hop, hop și iara-ș hop
    Vino mîndro vi la joc…măiii…ui-ce
    Hop Hop și iar așa
    Iară, Iară…sus cu ea!!!!
    Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce…da!
    Șî-ncodată iar asa…măi
    Ui ui hă hă…da-o măi
    Vai de mi opinca mea
    Ca e ruptă bine da
    Joc cu mîndra la olaltă
    Și vecina cît odată
    Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce așa
    Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce fată
    Și la mine cît odată
    Hopa!
    Hai, hai și iar la joc
    Săne
    fie de noroc
    Hai hai opinca mea
    Joacă bine joacă da
    Hopa așa...ui-ce așa
    Vai de mi opinca mea
    Așa de bine stau cu ea
    Ca să joc și iar să joc
    Pîn-o sta soarele-n loc
    Joacă bine joacă da...măiiii
    Asta-i jocu, jocu nostru
    Să-l jucăm și peste postu
    Hai hai opinca mea
    Șa de bine stau cu ea
    Merge bine si frumos
    Parc-ăm scri-ea pe jos
    Vai de mi soareci mei
    Cum sa uite la femei
    Și femeile la ei
    Dar nu stie ce-s în ei
    Ui-ce, Ui-ce
    Hop, hop și iar joc
    Chiar așa…hop așa
    Joacă bine joacă da
    Hop, hop, hop și iară-ș hop
    Să ne fie de noroc!

    (Hop, hop…and again hop
    with my “opinca” let’s go dance
    hop, hop…and again hop
    let’s go with “flask/bottle” without a cork
    look, look, look, yes
    I dance with my sweetheart, my girl
    let’s go, let’s go…don’t stop
    Dance my darling, dance well
    hai, hai and again hai
    with my “opinca” I go to Heaven
    hop, hop…and again hop
    come my darling, come and dance…look!!!
    hop, hop…and again hop!
    again, again…up with it!
    look, look, look…yes!
    and again, just like that…mai
    Ui ui ha ha…let it go!
    Oh my goodness my opinca
    how worn out it really is
    I dance along side my sweetheart
    And my neighbor girl a little bit too
    look, look, look, like this
    look, look, look my girl
    and at me every now and then
    Hopa!
    Let’s go and again let’s dance
    so that we may have good luck
    Let’s go my “opinca”
    Dance well, dance for sure
    Hop like this…look like this
    Oh my goodness, my opinca
    Oh how well it fits me
    so I can dance and gain to dance
    until the sun stops moving
    dance well, dance for sure….maiii
    This is a dance, this is our dance
    Let’s dance it even after lent
    hai, hai my opinca
    look how well it fits me
    it moves so well and beautifully
    as if it can write on the ground
    Oh my goodness, my wide pants
    how they look at the women
    and the women back at them
    but they don’t know what’s inside of them
    look-it, look-it!
    hop, hop and again hop
    just like this…hop like this
    dance well, dance for sure
    hop, hop, hop and again hop
    So that we may have good luck!)

• (Romanian Rom)

  Mahala

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• (Macedonia)

  More čičo reče

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    More, čičo reče da me ženi
    more, čera reče sega nek’e
    // More, čera reče sega nek’e
    a pa strina Sava ič ne dava. //
    More, ne davaše, ne davaše
    // More, najposle se saglasiše, //
    more, mi zgodiše bela Neda.
    More, bela, bela kako Arapka,
    more, tûnka tûnka kako mečka.
    More, kačeše ja na kolata
    more, a kolata prikrcaja.
    // More, a kolata prikrcaja,
    more bivolite primrcaja. //
    More, koga Neda potegliše
    more, do dve daske se skršiše.
    // More, do dve daske se skršiše,
    more, bivolite s’uplašiše. //

    (Uncle said he would marry me off
    yesterday he said so, now he doesn’t want to.
    Yesterday he said so, now he doesn’t want to;
    and Aunt Sava won’t agree to it at all.
    They wouldn’t agree and wouldn’t agree,
    // And finally they did agree. //
    They betrothed fair Neda.
    She’s as fair as an Arab,
    as thin as a bear.
    They put her in the carriage;
    the carriage started to creak.
    // The carriage started to creak,
    the buffalo staggered along (pulling it). //
    When they got going with Neda in it,
    it broke in two.
    // It broke in two,
    and the buffalo were frightened. //)

• (Albabia)

  Camel Walk (Valle popullore)

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• (Bosnia)

  Karanfile cvijeće moje

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    // Karanfile, cvijeće moje //
    // Da sam Bogd’o, sje me tvoje //
    // Ja bih znala gdje bih cvala: //
    // Mom dragome pod pendžere. //
    // Kad moj dragi idi spati, //
    karanfilće mirisati
    a moj dragi uzdisati.

    (Carnation, my flower,
    If God had made me into your seeds
    Then I would know where to bloom:
    Under the windows of my loved one,
    When my darling goes to sleep,
    carnations will smell
    and he will sigh.)

• (Bulgaria and Macedonia)

  Sandansko horo

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• (Bosnia)

  Moj dilbere

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    Moj dilbere, kud se šećeš?
    Što i mene ne povedeš?
    Povedi me u čaršiju,
    Pa me prodaj bazadžanu.
    Uzmi za me oku zlata,
    Pa pozlati dvoru vrata.

    (My cavalier, where are you going?
    Why don’t you take me with you?
    Take me to the old town,
    we can haggle with the merchants there.
    Buy me a kilo of gold,
    So we can gild our courtyard gates.)

• (Macedonia)

  Makedonsko devojče

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    Makedonsko devojče, kitka šarena,
    vo gradina nabrana, dar podarena.
    Da li ima n’ovoj beli svet,
    po’ubavo devojče od Makedonče?
    Nema, nema ne ke se rodi,
    po’ubavo devojče od Makedonče!
    Nema zvezdi polični, od tvojte oči.
    Da se noče na nebo,
    denke razdeni.
    Koga kosi raspletiš, kako koprina,
    lična si i polična, od samovila.
    Koga pesna zapeje, slavej nad peje.
    Koga ora zaigra,
    sârce razigra.

    (Macedonian girl, a colorful bouquet,
    Picked in the garden, given as a gift.
    Is there in this big wide world,
    A girl more beautiful than a Macedonian?
    There isn’t, there isn’t, never will be born,
    a girl more beautiful than a Macedonian!
    There are no stars brighter than your eyes.
    If they were in the sky at night,
    there would be daylight.
    When you unbraid your hair, like silk,
    you’re beautiful, more beautiful than a fairy.
    When she sings a song, she outsings a nightingale.
    when she starts to dance,
    she makes your heart dance with joy.)

• (Moldova)

  Hora mare Moldoveneasca

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• (Romania... mostly)

  Hora Swing

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• (Rogaria)

  MacAulay's Reel

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• (Romania)

  Romanian Lullaby (Mama cînd mo legănat)

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    // Mama cînd mo legănat, //
    // Numai de dor mio cîntat. //
    // Mio cîntat de dor șio plîns, //
    // Dorul de mine so prins. //
    // De cînd dorul la inima, //
    Numai am nici o hodină,
    Nici la prînz și nici la cină.
    // Cîte doruri leles grele, //
    // Toates pă braţăle mele. //
    // Dar nu moare de bătrîn, //
    // Nu ști dorul de cei bun. //
    // Dar eu știu că lam purtat, //
    // De cînd mama mio cîntat. //

    When mama rocked me,
    She only sang to me of longing.
    She sang to me of longing and I cried,
    And longing took me.
    Since then I carry longing to my heart,
    And I have no respite,
    Neither during the day nor in the evening.
    So many hard longings are severe,
    All are on my arms.
    One dies from old age,
    You don’t know what good it is.
    But I know that I carried it,
    Since mama sang of it to me.