All language subtitles for Nunta.de.piatra.1973.1080i.HDTV.MPA2.0.H.264-DS

Roşia Montana,
peak of the "auriferous triangle"

at the beginning of the century.

For many, gold - the symbol of richness -
only means hard work, poverty and despair.

A past that must not be forgotten.

THE STONE WEDDING

The Stone Wedding, when you've got nothing
to put on your stove.

When you only have left a daughter
and she leaves unwed.

When you act stone cold
and leave your home.

So you won't be bought
at the stone wedding.

Open the gate for the wedding,
to see who's listening

To listen who's watching,
to ask him what he thinks.

Part one
(Fefeleaga)

Good day!

Good day!

Good day!

Grow up big and strong, boys!

Grow up big and strong!

Yes...

Mine weren't fated to...

Under the dragon's sky,
down in the world of the gold

On the edge of the abyss,
at the borough's edge

With the devil's metal,
agonized and laboured...

With the devil's metal,
agonized and laboured...

...Maria "Fefeleaga"

On the hill's slope,
I pull with the horse's harness

By the mountain lake's dim light,
dim as the horse sight.

Only the mountain's sister
searches a place for the soul

Crossing the bridge over the abyss.

Mother, did you bring me...

Don't worry, Paunita

Mom will buy you a dress.

What's up, Maria?

Mister said to come for the money.
So I came.

Yes... he did say.

But he's not at home.

- They're 14, Maria.
- Yes.

Have a good day!

What's up, Maria?

I came for the money.

I'll give you the rest next time.

How are you, Maria?

You've only got the little girl left.

Why don't you try
to get married again?

All your children are gone.

The little one is ill,
you're getting old.

And no one will marry you any more,

They can go marry the devil's mother.

Come on, dear, and show us
where the pit is buried.

From the valley, from the abyss

Four tallow candles are burning

Neither rain, nor snow
could have them put out.

Only my heart when it's weeping.

Come on, dear, and show us
where the pit is buried.

I keep waiting for my husband
to raturn from somewhere,

I keep watching for them to come,
my sons, wherever they are,

I keep watching for them to come,
my sons, wherever they are,

Come on, dear, and show us
where the pit is buried.

Dear, my life, light up the candle!

Withered as the leaf

Because the mischief ones until the supper
will make us candlestick for their light,

will make earthen lamps out of us.

Dear, my life, light up the candle!

- Do you have anything else?
- Yes.

- Fourteen?
- Fourteen.

Under the dragon's sky,
down in the world of the gold

On the edge of the abyss...
...Maria "Fefeleaga"

No husband, no relatives
without anyone around

only the horse hears her,

the blind and nameless horse.

At hardship
like the horse's harness

By the mountain lake's dim light,
dim as the horse's sight.

Only the mountain's sister
crosses the bridge over the abyss.

Maria "Fefeleaga"

- Do you still need a horse?
- Yes, I want one.

- Where is it?
- Outside.

I'd like a dress, a veil and a wreath,

A wreath...

No husband, no relatives,
no one in the world to hear her

only the horse,
who had a back able to climb the hill

No husband, no relatives,
no one in the world to hear her

only the white horse...

Keep wall, our dear,

For your little girl will go away.

You will stay and she will go

Over valleys and mountains,
over waters, bridges.

She has brothers
brothers among firs

And parents as flowers,
and brothers just as the heavens

They are calling her from heavens.

At the mirror of the lake nearby

Under the dark seal,
at the lake's cradle

There's a white house
without a necklace

Who's living there?
There's a cemetery.

You can see a mother.

Part two
(At a Wedding)

Where are you going?

- I'm performing at a wedding.
- Ah, yes...

At a wedding?

Wait, I'm coming too.

I was a drummer in the army.

I know how to play the drum too.

What shall we do with these clothes?

Don't worry, we'll find better ones.

- That's how you play it, see?
- Yes, yes.

- Leave him, he brings bad luck.
- Wait...

Don't hit it so softly!

- How, then?
- Stronger, faster.

- Come on, try!
Watch!

- Look, you need to keep the rhythm,
- Yes.

Walt for my signal and hit it.

Come on, try!

- Did you see?
- I've got it, yes.

Have a good day, bride

and go and get wed.

From brothers and sisters

from the flower garden.

From girls and boys,

from the green grove.

From boys in the alley...

Good day to youl

What brought you here, facing us?

What made you start
on an unknown path

Did our young groom
wake up in the morning?

Nicely combed his hair,
a crowd he gathered

And at dawn he went hunting

Through mountains with firs,
ales with violas,

villages with girls

And there he stopped
and a doe he found.

What's up with that order?

Is the brandy still coming?

Good day!

- Do you have musicians' clothing?
- No, but I have other kinds.

- Do you want to see them?
Yes.

A lot of people come to me.

I used to have a large orchestra,
now I only have some soloists.

Here's a clothes tree
if you want to pick something...

What are you waiting for?

I'm not giving you any money today,
go outside and play.

I have some clothes in this closet too.

- Who do you need them for?
- For my friend there.

- Here, do you like this?
- Yes.

This?

What do you have in that sack?

Nothing.

This - not.

Here, some shoes, if you want.

She could have waited longer.

- More wine is needed at the table.
- Hold the bottle so I can pour some.

Good thing he's marrying her.
She was driving all the boys crazy.

He's marrying her with Ciulpitu's wuss.

A wuss but his father has twelve oxen.
And a lot of gold!

You have gold one day
and the next is gone.

From boys, from the moon,

for I won't hold your hand any more

Bride, your darlings...

Tell us, tell us, maiden
who will your mother marry you to?

Willl she give you to merchants,
great land owners or fiddlers?

Love for a musician: gold and jewels,
the pocket is full of money.

Go, go to the walnut's shadel

...and wash your feet

for your groom is like a flower

and bride, say good day...

Say "a good day", bride,

and go and get married.

From brothers and sisters,

from the flower garden,

from girls and boys,

from the green grove.

From boys in the alley,

from the thick green grass.

Do you want to eat?

Have a good lifel
Cheers!

Have them sing!

Cheers!
A good life to your youngsters.

Bring the boys some food!

Here, boys, refresh yourselves.

- Good day!
- How was the journey?

Rather hard, we went over the large hill.
It was hot, dusty.

- Who's the boy?
- A friend of mine, plays very well.

He helps me.

So what...

...What will you sing us?
- Whatever you want.

- Will a lot of people dance?
- Well yes, everybody.

- Take it away!
- If only it won't rain.

You llke it, eh?

I'll play the zither if you want,
and with the pipe...

We're looking for a deserter.
Has he hidden here?

Well... look around for him!

The bride should be serious
when she leaves the parents.

...Seriousness...

Come on!
Why don't you want to dance?

Let's dance!

Want to taste?

Good day, Lawyer!

Wil you play anything else?

Come on!

The bride is looking at you.

Mind your own business!

All the girls
are going to the walnut's shade.

I'm the only one
not going to the walnut's shade.

For my man at home won't let me.

He's afraid
I'll get lost in the green forest.

Girls are going gladly
to the beech's shade.

But my man at home won't let me, too.

He's afraid a wolf will come out
from the thick forest.

He's afraid of a bride gone lost.

Girls are going
at the fountain holding hands with boys.

But my man at home won't let me too.

But I'm going In the garden with
another one, holding hands.

And we're hiding behind the house,
in the thick forest.

Girls are going to the fountain
holding hands with boys.

But my man at home won't let me too.

But I'm going in the garden with
another one, holding hands.

And we're hiding behind the house,
in the thick forest.

All the girls
are going to the walnut's shade.

I'm the only one
not going to the walnut's shade.

In our parts, in an old house

a bride is weeping badly

She's not crying 'cause she's guilty

She is crying 'cause she's a stranger

Mine wasn't a girl's wedding

it was a stone wedding.

I had nothing to lay on the stove,

and I woke up fully clothed

in silk, all white.

And I saw myself wed

together with the ugly one.

In our parts, in an old house

a bride is weeping badly

chosen against her will,

a servant in the rich man's house.

I will run unwed

from the richness' ugliness.

I will run unmarried

from this cursed wedding.

I will run when he will come...

I will run when he will come...

...my man, wherever he is.

For I loved you since a child...

THE END