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For my daughter : "Do not forget your roots!"
poetry - Matilda Caragiu Marioţeanu
music - Eldar Mansurov - "Nocturne"
Testament for my daughter
My daughter, my adored
You, who were not born neither in Gramoste
Nor in Samarina
Nor in Hrupisti
Nor in Perivoli
Who did not drink water carried with buckets
From Dolta
From Bucuvala's fountain
From Vergina's little creek
Who knows neither the meaning
Of the Argos lamb
Of the baking tin pie. crust baked
Of the „bread juice"
Made by Aromanian mother,
Of sweet „bucuvala"
Of „butter green cheese"
Who did not kiss the hand of an old man
Of a grandfather
Of venerable mothers
With golden hands
You, who did not stay hidden, your betrothed to appear
Who did not marry without knowing her husband
Who doesn't even know what the eye that whitens means
Due to such a long waiting
And due to such a love...
My daughter, my gentle sheep
My snowball
Bead like eye
Hazel tree body
Turtle dove like voice
Hold my, hold my hand.
translation: Stela Gima

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For my daughter : "Do not forget your roots!"
poetry - Matilda Caragiu Marioţeanu
music - Eldar Mansurov - "Nocturne"
Testament for my daughter
My daughter, my adored
You, who were not born neither in Gramoste
Nor in Samarina
Nor in Hrupisti
Nor in Perivoli
Who did not drink water carried with buckets
From Dolta
From Bucuvala's fountain
From Vergina's little creek
Who knows neither the meaning
Of the Argos lamb
Of the baking tin pie. crust baked
Of the „bread juice"
Made by Aromanian mother,
Of sweet „bucuvala"
Of „butter green cheese"
Who did not kiss the hand of an old man
Of a grandfather
Of venerable mothers
With golden hands
You, who did not stay hidden, your betrothed to appear
Who did not marry without knowing her husband
Who doesn't even know what the eye that whitens means
Due to such a long waiting
And due to such a love...
My daughter, my gentle sheep
My snowball
Bead like eye
Hazel tree body
Turtle dove like voice
Hold my, hold my hand.
translation: Stela Gima

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