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Oana Cătălina Chiţu grew up in Northern Ro-mania. In Hu mu lești, an idyllic old market town also known as the birthplace of well-known Romanian author Ion Creangă. The small town was too constricting for her and so, after the fall of the Berlin Wall and the end of the Ceauşescu regime, she moved to Berlin. Upon her arrival, she founded the Balkan band Romença with Serbian accordion player Dejan Jovanovic, but her yearning for Romanian songs and her love of the artist Maria Tănase, who Oana’s mother had seen live at a concert in Bucharest, never disappeared. „We had re latives in Bucharest, they lived there during the pre-war years and they also told me about Maria Tănase. My aunt had a 30s-style lottery shop near the Gara de

Nord, it had a very nostalgic atmosphere. When I visited, I spent hours sitting on a stool at the counter where you fill out the lottery tickets, listening to records and lots of stories. I have never forgotten that“. At the same time Oana Cătălina Chiţu is not an apologist, awestruck by the legacy of the Ro-manian diva Maria Tănase. She would like to enter into a dialogue with a phenomenal legacy which, with the exception of a few voices, has almost no creative follow-up in today’s Ro-manian music scene. This is why she has been searching for musical translations of the old material with her multi-ethnic orchestra. There are extravagant improvisations, Sinti Jazz, oriental rhythms and a Roma accordion that brings back memories of Tănase’s accompanist of her final years, Fărâmiţă Lambru, yet with a sound that is more expressive and experimental, above all in the curse on all unfaithful souls, the song Cine iubeşte şi lasă.

Maria Tănase is loved in Romania like no singer that has followed her. Even before the Second World War she per-formed folk songs, tan-gos, romances, coup-lets and cântece de mahala, music from the suburbs, in restaurants, in revue theatres and

on the radio, usually accompanied by Roma musicians, the lăutari. Tănase developed her own expressive way of interpretation, making songs of every origin her own. Then the Iron Curtain fell between Eastern and Western Europe. Most of her recordings were made in the years 1937/39 and 1957/58. In the 1950s, the Stalinist Dej-Regime ruled in Romania, show trials were held of politicians or intellectuals such as the ethnomusicologist and discoverer of Tănase, Harry Brauner. Maria Tănase was increasingly forgotten in Romania throughout the 1960s, because her dramatic doinas or the oriental-sounding songs from the mahala, as the sub-urbs are called, did not fit into the limited concept of man held by certain party officials.

Maria Tănase was too much the extravagant diva and individualistic artist to allow herself to be co-opted by the state, let alone move even one millimetre towards mediocrity. In June 1963 she was buried like a queen at Bucha rest’s Bellu Cemetery. Hundreds of thousands of people lined the streets for her final journey. It wasn’t until the 1990s before a new light was cast on the legacy of Maria Tănase. She was able to be rediscovered.In 2013 Romanians are celebrating the cen-tenary of Maria Tănase’s birth. This anniversary has inspired the Romanian Oana Cătălina Chiţu, who lives in Berlin, to pay homage to the great singer, whose songs had already accompanied her through a number of concert programmes, most recently on Bucharest Tango. Now she is once again singing muzică lăutărească such as Luncă, Luncă, but also the couplet Mi-am pus busuioc în păr, and a few of the well-known tangos such as Dacă nu te cunoșteam, all from Tănase’s repertoire.

New Berlin acoustically encounters old Bucha-rest. Today, musicians from both countries are once again moving as easily between the two cities as they did in the 1930s, when Tango singer Jean Moscopol performed in a Berlin casino or sang in the UFA film studios. Maria Tănase never performed on stage in Germany; her successes were celebrated in Istanbul, Paris and New York. She probably only ever saw Berlin from her train window, en route to the New York World’s Fair shortly before the beginning of the Second World War in 1939, on a ship with Romanian ar-tists which cast off from Hamburg. Nevertheless, there is more than this fleeting connection between Bucharest and Berlin. During a long summer in East Berlin at the end of the 1980s visiting a cousin who had emigrated there, Oana Cătălina Chiţu had already discovered a couple of records by Maria Tănase and had been soaking up these Romanian songs far away from home. Thanks to a large number of emigrants, music from the Balkans, and from Romania in particular, is better known in Berlin today than ever before; this is not restricted to a specific genre and goes far beyond the phenomenon of Balkan Beats. Oana Cătălina Chiţu is a part of this vibrant scene and her diva-like on-stage persona is reminiscent of times long past, when bohemians and in-tellec tuals met in Bucharest’s salons. It is no coincidence that Oana Cătălina Chiţu, with her small ensemble, reproduces the open atmosphere of Bucharest, a once-elegant me-tropolis which has absorbed many cultural in-fluences. These musicians are virtuoso players yet still have their feet on the ground. They shift between extremely different scenes, from Jazz to Classical, with Russian, Serbian, Romanian, Moldovan and German roots. The arrangements for this homage to Maria Tănase are by Oana Cătălina Chiţu, the accordion player Dejan Jovanovic and Alexej Wagner on guitar. They have either a romantic-balladesque or a power-ful-infectious mood, with improvisations that never betray the spirit of the original versions. This ensemble transports the songs of Maria Tănase into our time and into the very east-sounding Berlin at the beginning of the 21st century. And they bow down before a great, a divine singer, who is ready to be discovered by an international audience.

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1. Trenule masina mica 4:35 2. Pâna când nu te iubeam 5:12 3. Aseara ti-am luat basma 4:42

4. Lume, lume 6:50 5. Daca nu te cunosteam 4:47

6. Tananica 1:48 7. Pe vale 6:27

8. Lunca, lunca 5:23 9. Mi-am pus busuioc ın par 6:04

10. Habar n-ai tu 4:55 11. Cântec de leagan 7:11

12. Cine iubeste si lasa 9:36 (bonus track)

Train, little trainGreen leaf of scabious* Train, little train now gone Where are you taking little John Oh, Mary, Mary

You’re taking the long way round From Craiova to Pitești All the way to Bucharest Oh, Mary, Mary

Oh, train, I hope you I hope you lose your bolts I hope you go off the rails Oh, Mary, Mary For you’ve taken my lover far away Oh, Mary, Mary

Oh, train, ever since you took him away I haven’t stopped crying, every day Oh, Mary, Mary Oh, train, ever since you took him away I haven’t stopped sighing, every day Oh Mary, Mary

Green leaf of scabious* Train, little train now gone Where are you taking little John Oh, Mary, Mary You’re taking the long way round From Craiova to Pitesti Oh, Mary, Mary

You’re taking the long way round From Craiova to Pitesti Oh, Mary, Mary All the way to Bucharest Oh, Mary, Mary

Trenule masina mica Foaie verde și-o sipică Trenule mașină mică, unde-l duci pe Ionică, Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi, măi.

Tu mi-l duci și-l ocolești Din Craiova la Pitești, și-l dai jos la București, Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi, măi.

Trenule n-ai avea parte De șuruburile toate şi de șina de sub roate, Mărioara lui nenicu‘ mai-mai, C-ai dus pe neica departe Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi, măi.

Trenule de când l-ai dus Eu într-una am tot plâns Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi măi, Trenule de când l-ai luat, eu într-una am oftat, Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi, măi.

Și iar verde de-o sipică, Trenule mașină mică, unde-l duci pe Ionică, Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi, măi.

Că mi-l duci și-l ocolești Din Craiova la Pitești și-l dai jos la București, Mărioara lui nenicu‘ măi, măi.

Before i fell in love with youBefore I fell in love with you, Oh, my dear one, I’d lay my head and sleep right through, Oh, my dear one! But now that you’ve captured my heart, Oh, my dear one, My rest is gone, I’m torn apart, Oh, my dear one! I mean to go, walk out that door, Oh, my dear one, And I don’t know where anymore, Oh, my dear one! My poor little heart has lost all hope, Oh, my dear one, It’s dying for you, how can I cope, Oh, my dear one?!

Pâna când nu te iubeamPână când nu te iubeam, Dorule, dorule, Unde mă culcam dormeam, Dorule, dorule! Dar acum că te iubesc, Dorule, dorule, Nu pot să mă odihnesc, Dorule, dorule! Ies din casă să mă duc, Dorule, dorule, Nu ştiu încotro s-apuc, Dorule, dorule Săraca inima mea, Dorule, dorule, De la tin‘ nu se mai ia, Dorule, dorule!

vocals: Oana Cătălina Chiţuviolin: Slavici Antoncymbalom: Valeriu Cașcaval accordion: Dejan Jovanovic guitar: Alexej Wagnerdouble bass: Alexander Franz drums: Philipp Bernhardt,saxophone: Vladimir Karparov

public domain, arranged by Dejan Jovanovic

(*Note: The name of the flower is not essential; ‘foaie verde de..’ is the usual starting verse of Romanian folk songs, the flower or tree varying from song to song for rhyming purposes.)

vocals: Oana Cătălina Chiţu, violin: Slavici Anton, cymbalom: Valeriu Cașcaval, accordion: Dejan Jovanovic, guitar: Alexej Wagner, double bass: Alexander Franz, drums: Philipp Bernhardt, saxophone: Vladimir Karparov

public domain, arranged by Alexej Wagner

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Aseara ti-am luat basma

Aseară ţi-am luat basma, Și-acum te văd fără ea! Păi, cine ţi-o mai lua basma, Să se destrame ca ea! Aseară ţi-am luat cercei Și-acum te văd fără ei! Păi, cine ţi-o mai lua cercei, Să se spânzure ca ei! Aseară ţi-am luat mărgele Şi-acum te văd fără ele! Cine ţi-o mai lua mărgele, Să se deșire ca ele!

Last night i bought you a headscarf

Last night I bought you a headscarf But now I can see you’re without. I’ll never buy such piece of cloth, And if I do, may I unravel on the spot!

Last night I bought you a pair of earrings, Why won’t you wear such beautiful things? I’ll never buy another earring for you, And if I lie, may I just hang like they do!

Last night I bought you a string of beads, Why won’t you wear such beautiful things? I’ll never get you anything like that again, And if I do, unstring me and I won’t complain!



Lume, lume

Lume, lume, soro lume, Când să mă satur de tine? Lume, soro lume … Când s-o lasa sec de pâine Și păhăruţul de mine.

Poate-atunci m-oi sătura, Când o suna scândura, Lume, soro lume … Când m-or băga în mormânt Și n-oi mai fi pe pământ. Lume, soro lume …

Așa-i lumea trecătoare, Unul naște altul moare, Lume, soro lume … Ăl de naște necăjește, Ăl de moare putrezeşte, Lume, soro lume …

Oh world, oh world

My dear world, sister world, When will I have enough of you? Oh, world, sister world, When I give up my bread for lent? When all booze’s gone, even the scent?

Maybe that’s when I’ll get enough, On hearing coffin planks sound rough, Oh, world, sister world, When they put me in my grave, When I finally leave the stage, Oh, world, sister world.

The world is fleeting; every rose has its thorn, When one man dies, there’s another one born. Oh, world, sister world, He who’s born will deal with trouble, He who dies will turn to rubble, Oh, world, sister world.

vocals: Oana Cătălina Chiţu, guitar: Alexej Wagner,

public domain, arranged by Oana Chitu, Alexej Wagner

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composed by M. Constantinescu / N. Constantinescu ,lyrics by Nicolae Vladoianu / Eugen Mirea

Daca nu te cunosteamPână azi am râs mereu, N-aveam nici o grijă eu, Când pe tine nu te cunoșteam. Dar azi de necaz am dat Fiindcă m-am amorezat. Lumea râde-acum de mine, Asta numai pentru tine! Toate câte pătimesc Cu-n surâs eu le primesc Şi-aş da tot să știi cât te iubesc.

Dacă nu te cunoşteam Dacă nu te întâlneam, Niciodată n-aș fi iubit Ochii tăi care m-au vrăjit! Dacă nu te cunoşteam, Stelele nu le-ntrebam Nopti intregi neincetat Dacă nu m-ai uitat.

N-aș căuta mereu Să știu tot ce gândeşti Dacă-ţi mai sunt eu drag Sau nu mă mai iubeşti. Dacă nu te cunoşteam, Stelele nu le-ntrebam Nopţi întregi neîncetat, Dacă nu m-ai uitat.

If i hadn’t met youUntil today my life was merry No worries whatsoever, I hadn’t met you, so it couldn’t have been better. But now the clouds are gathering around Because now I’ve fallen in love When people laugh at me, I make no sound, Because you’re the one I’m always thinking of. I’ll take all the blows With a smile on my face And I want you to know, I love you to death!

If I hadn’t met you, If I had never set eyes on your face, I would have never been so amazed By your eyes that threw me in a daze. If I hadn’t met you I‘d have never asked the stars above Night after night, crazy with love If you still hold me close to your heart.

I wouldn’t always want To know what’s on your mind, If you still care about me, Or if in your heart there’s no more love to find. If I hadn’t met you I‘d have never asked the stars above Night after night, crazy with love If you still hold me close to your heart.

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Tananica

violin: Slavici Anton, cymbalom: Valeriu Cașcaval, accordion: Dejan Jovanovic, double bass: Alexander Franz, drums: Dimitris Christides


Pe valePe vale, ţaţo, pe vale, A făcut mazărea floare, Și fasolea păstăioare, Hai, ţaţo, s-o harăcim, Cu haraci de trandafir, Și noi doi să ne iubim.

Down in the valley, girlDown in the valley, girl, The peas are in bloom, The bean pods have grown, Let’s prop them with some stakes, girl, Let’s prop them with rose stakes, And then let us make love, girl.



Lunca, luncaLuncă, luncă, mult ești lungă Și n-am cal bun să te-ajungă! Of, oooooooooof! Calul care l-am avut, Of, ooooooooooof, M-a pus dracu’ l-am vândut!

Și l-am vândut potcovit Cu potcoave de argint! Of, oooooooooof! Nu s-a pomenit nicicând, Of, oooooooooof Nici în cer, nici pe pământ!

Păi luncă, luncă, mult ești lată, Și n-am cal bun să-ţi dea roată! Of, oooooooooof! Calul care l-am avut, Of, ooooooooooof M-a pus dracu’ l-am vândut!

M-a pus dracu’ l-am vândut, Pentru un pustiu de iubit! Of, ooooooooooof! Că iubitu’-i lucru mare! Of, ooooooooooof, Nu-ţi dă tihnă la mâncare! Of, ooooooooooof, Nu-ţi dă tihnă la mâncare, Nici odihnă la culcare!

Meadow, meadowMeadow, meadow, you’re long and wide, And I need a strong horse to catch you from behind! My, oh my! The horse I had I gave away, My, oh my, I sold him, why I can not say!

The horse had silver horseshoes on, I sold him, now all hope is gone! My, oh my! How could I do a thing like that, My, oh my, The earth might just as well turn flat!

Meadow, meadow, you’re long and wide, And I need a strong horse to catch you from the side! My, oh my! The horse I had I gave away, My, oh my, I sold him, why I can not say!

I sold him, and he was all mine, For a lover that’s not worth a dime! My, oh my! For a lover that can bring no bliss! My, oh my, When you eat, you get no peace! My, oh my, When you eat, you get no peace, When you sleep, he wants a kiss!

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I’ve put sweet basil in my hairOh I’ve put sweet basil in my hair, To give me that something, so unbecoming, To highlight my eyes, my wayward flair, To make boys love me, to keep them coming.

Oh my sweet basil, don’t do no harm, Come on and help me with your charm.

Oh I’ve put sweet basil in my bosom, So it can lie on my little soul, To comfort me and let me know Who’s the lover for me, who’s my destiny.

Sweet little basil, make no mistakes, Pick the most handsome, whatever it takes.

Whatever the world might say, They might say I’m crazy, that I’ve gone astray, That it’ll be all nonsense, witchcraft, baloney, Whatever the world might say, I still believe in sorcery.

I’ve put sweet basil at my gate, To charm the one I love, it’ll be my bait, So that he may forget about everything else And in the evening to come smiling at my gate.

Oh my sweet basil, don’t be so mean, Make him come early and keep him keen.

Oh I’ve put sweet basil on my bed, To enchant him, to delight him, To make him crave for my presence, And the memory of others to shed.

Oh my sweet basil, set my wish in stone, I only want him for myself alone.

Whatever the world might say, They might say I’m crazy, that I’ve gone astray, That it’ll be all nonsense, witchcraft, baloney, Whatever the world might say, I still believe in sorcery.

Mi-am pus busuioc ın parMi-am pus busuioc în păr, măi, Să pot avea pe vino-ncoa’, Să fiu ochioasă, năbădăioasă, Să se-mbulzească și să mă iubească băieţii!

Măi busuiocule, măi, nu fi rău! Hai și ajută-mi cu farmecul tău.

Mi-am pus busuioc în sân, măi, Pe sufleţel să-mi şadă el, Să mă mângaie și să îmi spuie, Cine-i iubitul şi cine îmi este sortitul.

Măi, busuioace, măi, busuiocel, Vezi și-l alege p-ăl mai frumușel.

Că zică lumea ori și ce! Poate să spună, că sunt nebună, Că e prostie, vrăjitorie. Păi zică lumea ori și ce! Eu tot cred în farmece.

Mi-am pus busuioc la poartă, Ca să-l vrăjesc p-ăl de-l iubesc, Să-și uite casa, să-și uite masa Şi cu tot dragul pe seară să-mi treacă el pragul.

Măi, busuioace, măi, nu fi sanchiu, Adu-l devreme și ţine-l târziu.

Că mi-am pus busuioc în pat, măi, Să-i placa lui, iubitului, Să-i fie bine, când e cu mine, Să mi-l îmbete, ca să-și uite de alte fete.

Măi, busuioace, tu ştii ce vreau eu, ţine-mi-l mie, doar mie mereu.

Că zică lumea ori și ce! Poate să spună, că sunt nebună, Că e prostie, vrăjitorie. Zică lumea ori și ce! Eu tot cred în farmece.


composed by Ion Vasilescu, lyrics by Eugen Mirea

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Habar n-ai tuNe-am cunoscut odată, întâmplător, Și mâna tu mi-ai strâns-o încetişor. Mi-ai spus distrat, îmi pare bine, Așa cum i-ai fi spus oricui. Am căutat să te-ntâlnesc cât mai des, Am vrut să mă-nţelegi, dar n-ai înţeles. Atunci mi-am ferecat iubirea Și n-am mai spus-o nimănui.

Habar n-ai tu, Cum te alint în gândul meu Şi cum mă mint, mă mint mereu, Că mă iubești şi tu. De dragul tău în visuri cum mă pierd, Cum te dezmierd, Habar n-ai tu! În viaţa ta, Vei întâlni iubiri de-o zi, Amor nebun sau bogăţii, De toate poţi găsi. Dar dragoste curată ca a mea Nu vei găsi în viaţa ta.

Când eu cu gândurile mele Covor de visuri îţi urzesc, Tu calci nepăsător pe ele Și-n loc să plâng, eu îţi zâmbesc! Habar n-ai tu, Că am să mor de-atâta dor Și într-o zi voi odihni sub taina florilor, Că am să duc cu mine în mormânt Tot ce-a fost bun, habar n-ai tu …

You have no ideaIt was one day we met by chance, When you gently squeezed my hand, Absent-mindedly saying: “Pleased to meet you!”, Just like you would have said it to anybody else. I tried to see you as often as I could, I tried to make you understand, no good, That’s when I locked my love away I never shared it and left it there to stay.

You have no idea How in my thoughts I cuddle you And how I lie to myself, again and again, Saying that indeed you love me too. How I lose myself in dreams of you, How I caress you, You have no idea. Your life will be filled With one night stands, With crazy passions or infinite riches; You can with all these be thrilled, But the purest love you’ll find Is still the one locked in my heart.

When with my thoughts I weave for you this carpet of dreams, You carelessly tread upon them And I let out smiles instead of screams. You have no idea That this longing will someday be the death of me And I will rest beneath the whispers of the flowers, That I will take with me to the grave All that was ever good, you have no idea …


composed by Ion Vasilescu, lyrics by Eugen Mirea

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Cântec de leaganDoina din ce s-a făcut, Dintr-o gură de mic prunc. L-o lăsat maica dormind, L-o aflat doina zicând.

Culcă-te, puiuţ micuţ! Scoală-te, marişoruţ! Culcă-te și te abuă, Până mâine-n dalbă ziuă! Și te culcă și adormi! Până mâine-n dalbe zori! Abu, abu, abu, Abua, ţucu-l maica! Dormi, puiuţule, te-alina! Maica-i dusă la făină.

LullabyThe Doina was first a babbling sound Coming from a baby mouth, Mummy left her sweetie sleeping And found him with the Doina, singing.

Go to sleep, little baby It will help you grow up, Go to sleep, hush, little baby, Right ‘till tomorrow, enjoy the nap. Sleep smoothly, my precious Untill the dawn, Hush, hush, don’t be anxious And dream of a green lawn. Sleep now, sweetheart, and lie still, Mummy’s going to the mill.

Little baby with blackberry eyes, Mummy’s going to the woods, To gather some twigs and roots, Make you pancakes, bake you pies, And if you are good and nice, A baby bird you’ll get as prize, A baby swallow, To play with tomorrow.

Hush, hush, hush, Hush, sweet baby, Dragons won’t hurt you, Mummy will scare them away, Dragons and ghosts, too, Mummy will send them astray. Don’t be afraid of ghosts The boogie man or moles, Mummy will beat them all away.

Puișor cu ochi de mure, Maica-i dusă la pădure Și-aduce gătejoare Și ţi-a face scovergioare. De ţi-i purta binişor, ti-i aduce-un puişor. Un puiuţ de rândunea, Cu tine s-a abua.

Abu, abu, abu, Abua, ţucu-l maica! Nu te teme tu de zmei, I-a goni maica pe ei! Nici de zmei, nici de moroi, Maica nu-i lasă la noi! Nu te teme de moroiae, Cârtiţoi și cârtiţoaie, Că le dă maica bătaie!

vocals: Oana Cătălina Chiţu, violin: Slavici Anton, cymbalom: Valeriu Cașcaval, accordion: Dejan Jovanovic, guitar: Alexej Wagner, double bass: Alexander Franz, saxophone: Vladimir Karparov


Cine iubeste si lasaCine iubește şi lasă, Dumnezeu să-i dea pedeapsă! Dumnezeu să-i dea pedeapsă!

Târâișul șarpelui Și pasul gândacului, Vâjâitul vântului, Pulberea pământului, Pulberea pământului.

Că furnica de-i furnică, La trup mare, la cap mică, Și la mijloc subţirică, De umblă pe sub pământ, Tot se ţâne de cuvânt, Tot se ţâne de cuvânt.

Dar noi, oameni botezaţi, Dar noi, oameni botezaţi, De cuvânt suntem lăsaţi, De cuvânt suntem lăsaţi.

Că cine iubește și lasă, Dumnezau să-i dea pedeapsă! Târâișul șarpelui Și pasul gândacului, Vâjâitul vântului, Pulberea pământului.

He who loves and runs awayHe who loves and runs away May he be cursed, God, pray May he be cursed, God, pray

To crawl like a snake To move like a cockroach To turn into the howl of winds And the dust of the earth And the dust of the earth

Even an ant With its big head and small body Thin around the waist, in the sand Or crawling beneath the earth Even the ant will keep its word Even the ant will keep its word

But us, proud Christians But us, proud Christians We quickly forget our promises We quickly forget our promises

He who loves and runs away May he be cursed, God, pray To crawl like a snake To move like a cockroach To turn into the howl of winds And the dust of the earth

vocals: Oana Cătălina Chiţu, accordion: Dejan Jovanovic

public domain, arranged by Dejan Jovanovic, Oana Cătălina Chiţu

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Digital booklet:photos by Erika Borbely Hansen taken in Spiegelsaal at Clärchens Ballhaus

text by Grit Friedrich, historic photos from the archives of Grit Friedrichlyrics translated by Oana Braila

produced by Oana Cătălina Chiţu and Dejan Jovanovicrecorded by Rainer Robben and Dejan Jovanovic at www.audiocue.de, Berlin 2012

mixed by Dejan Jovanovic, Berlin 2013 mastered by Marc Elsner at www.headroomstudio.de, Berlin 2013

text by Grit Friedrich, historic photos from the archives of Grit Friedrichtranslated by David Berry, lyrics translated by Oana Braila

photos of O. C. Chiţu by Erika Borbely Hansenartwork by Claudia Bachmann

executive production Helmut Neumann & Henry Ernstmade in Germany

& © 2013, Asphalt Tango Records GmbH, Berlin, Germany e-mail: [email protected]

www.asphalt-tango.de

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& © Asphalt Tango Records GmbH 2013 All tracks published by Asphalt Tango Records GmbH except tracks 5, 9, 10

Total playing time: 67:32


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