In Baneasa's green forest out under the trees
We'd lie on our backs, we'd live at our ease
We'd wake in the morning at the first shafts of day
And watch the shy deer as they scampered away

We'd rise from our warm beds as the sun it got higher
And cook up our breakfast on a sweet scented fire

In the still early morning a cool gentle breeze
And the echo of woodpeckers rings through the trees

We'd sit in our glade till the heat of the day
Walk down to the zoo to sing and to play

Well the money rolled in and the people looked on
When the hat was quite full we'd up and be gone
In Dimovitsas tavern we spent money free
And drank to our friends wherever they may be.

We'd talk of old times, fond memories we'd trade
At duck we'd walk home to Baneasa's green glade.

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Andy writes:
"When I first arrived in Bucharest, I had nowhere to stay and after wandering around, found myself in Baneasa forest. Wound up staying there for months, earning a living busking outside the zoo on Sundays. It was an idyllic spot.

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There's a few diacritics missing in the placenames, BTW!

Regards