Romanian folk music is home to me. But not in space or time, but in the protection I feel any time I hear it. Sure, I have my own preferences and there are melodies that I keep listening to and which, yes, bring me back to a certain space or time. But the feeling I get when hearing them is hard to put into words. Yes, sometimes words have their own limitations. And far be it from me to be the one to hold a grudge against them.
And since I love lists, I will mention
a couple of the songs that bring me back people, moments, and spaces, like a
branch that one pushes in order to pass by and then it comes right back to its
place.
Gheorghe – summer kitchen, village,
grandfather
Dă, mamă, cu biciu’n mine (translated: mom, whip me) – father
and his pick-up; an evening with a dear friend,
both laughing a lot
Când văd vremea c-a trecut (translated: when I realize all the time that has passed) – home, tata, pick-up
Cine bate seara la fereastra mea (translated: who’s knocking at my window?) – the sea
De cine mi-e dor și sete (translated: I feel a deep longing for someone) – Bucharest, a former work colleague who is a fan of the songs sang by Liviu Vasilică; mom because she is also a fan of Liviu Vasilică
Mai ții minte măi dragă Marie (translated: Mary, do you still remember?) – laughter and childhood
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