Precum odinioara, cand eram copil, m-am trezit inganand incet "Paparuda, ruda / Vino de ne uda..."
Invocand ploaia. Sa ne ude, sa ne curete, sa ne creasca.
Burning days. Torrid sun, scorched green, deep blue. And quietness. Sheltered who knows where, the birds had stopped singing. And the wind had stopped his blowing.
Forgotten incantation since I was a child, I found myself softly humming "Paparuda, ruda / Vino de ne uda..."
Calling down the rain. To water us, to purge us, to grow us.
... si o inedita versiune a cantecului Paparudei, din Moldova, in interpretarea surorilor Osoianu.
... and an original version of a Paparuda song (Drought ritual), from Moldavia area, performed by the Osoianu Sisters.
