Harap-Alb Songtext
von Bucium

Oh, resplendent mighty sire
Precious stones are not my hire
Neither half of your empire
Do I covet or desire
In my bosom it has soared
What has soared? The sun adored
As of your enchanted songbird
Deeply have I grown enamoured


Shadow trails her, nought trails her
In endless heavens
She finds her shelter
Concealed in grasses
Fragrance abiding
Behind the moon
She lies in hiding
Behind the dawn

Men have yearned for her in numbers
Now they sleep their squalid slumbers
I had rather offer thee
Of sweet apple twigs times three
Water quick and water still
From beyond the worldly sill
When the sun is off its cross
Mountaintops will ay lock horns


Shadow trails her, nought trails her
In endless heavens
She finds her shelter
Concealed in grasses
Fragrance abiding
Behind the moon
She lies in hiding
Behind the dawn