Calul bălan [English translation]

Once upon a time there was a being

that looked a lot like a tower

but hung around with a white horse

and sweet wine in every year

Chorus:

At the white horse, at the white horse

and the wine's sweet and the wine's sweet

I'd sit a year more, I'd sit a year more

and no, I won't leave anymore!

But somewhere around,

a bishop came by

beating from the spurs very hard

he therefore had iron heels.

Chorus

And once, my white horse

walking in his monotonous trot,

that bishop with a shovel

swept him like a pawn

Chorus

And the tower died of crying

seeing the scam they gave

but the king died in his palace

and not even dead he gave up!

Chorus