Baneasa's Green Glade / Mominsko Horo

In baneasa's green forest out under the trees

We'd lie on our backs we'd live at our ease

We'd wake in the morning at the first shafts of day

And watch the shy deer as they scampered away

We'd rise from our warm beds as the sun it got higher

And cook up our breakfast on a sweet scented fire

In the still early morning a cool gentle breeze

And the echo of woodpeckers ring through the trees

We'd sit in our glade till the heat of the day

Walk down to the zoo to sing and to play

Well the money rolled in and the people looked on

When the hat was quite full we'd up and be gone

In dimbovitsas tavern we spent money free

And drank to our friends whereever they may be

We'd talk of old times fond memories we'd trade

At dusk we'd walk home to baneasa's green glade