The fog of nomads
From the mountains comes down today
The citadels ring, they gather in a circle
And they start the crazy Batacanda.
Their blood boils, screams and roars
They wildly accompany the Batacanda
The road is a swirl of dust
The famous taraf sings
The fire burns and the smell of smoke
Night falls, but they
Dance the Batacanda
The bear walks untied
Horses beat from the hoof
Gypsies with snowballs, guess your luck
Slow down your fire even if you don't want to
Black eyes-sting, drink wine, water< br/>And the earth cracks under the heavy footsteps
The fire burns and the smell of smoke
Night falls, but they
Dance the Batacanda

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