Nimeni Altu’ - Stiloul Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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The thieves steal our time, life is just the celebration of death
Today kids, tomorrow grandparents with grandchildren
Only flashes remain, I don’t get along with idiots
I always prefer my silence in the middle of the night
Drowned in smoke like a country road and as bitter as beer
You'd say my name is Alin Pain
My thoughts have been a bandage for some time
I bring flowers to graves through words, chrysanthemums
I’m complicatedly simple, the film is Romanian
I could have been more, but I wasn’t the type
Who wanted more from life
An old rogue with sleepless nights on my face
I made my first money at seven years old by caroling
I understood the system, by avoiding it
I knew from school what awaited us after school
And I saw how all this would separate us
I messed up many times at events
And just like that in life, I made a ton of mistakes
But I healed through verses
It's your business what you believe, I know I chose the pen after the christening
At least I stuck with this, it’s all I ever wanted
As a little kid, I used to come uninvited to sing to you
And I didn’t want anything but for you to listen to me
Aho, aho, for sisters and brothers
The years go by quickly and time flees, do you think it works?
Look, for example, how these ten years have passed
I still have postponed lists, unresolved problems
You know you can’t have it all
You give up on some and recalculate everything
You cut off any whim, any comfort from the list
Only what you want to do to remain yourself stays
So you don’t become an example of “what not to do”
In this world, if you don’t have money, people think you haven’t done anything
But if most of them lost their money, they’d have nothing
My dad told me this, so I could sleep peacefully
It’s a luxury many can’t afford
Life is expensive when you want a lot
You make big sacrifices for small things
And it’s strange that when you don’t want anything
Only then do you start feeling happy
And you understand already, even if you don’t have all you need
You become grateful, even for a harder day
When you start to see the gift of living, you live more beautifully
You’re smarter when you realize why you were dumb
When people don’t know what they want, they want what others have
If you ask them, “why?”, they have no explanation
When people make mistakes, they don’t listen to their instinct
Usually, they’re too old when they understand time
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14.03.2025
Falling More in Love with You
Thank you for always being you
Who with much patience understands
My difficult moments
So many of which you are not to blame
And that I inadvertently cannot avoid
Thank you for always being like that
Sharing your days with me
Loving and romantic
Putting so much joy into things
Telling me, love, that my life is your life
Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling more in love
Those two kisses that you give me
After the loving
After the many times that I have slept in your arms
You look at me and tell me
I love only you
Falling in love together
And when you are not here
I really do not know what to do
Thank you for always being like that
A companion and lover that is
Loving and romantic
That always gives me another opportunity
For me to understand that I have to change
Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling even more in love
Today I promise to truly put my heart
Into everything that I do
Because you and I
Must understand each another,
Truly love each another
Falling more in love with you
Time goes by and I
Love you more each day
14.03.2025
The day starts
The day starts for me and her at the same time early in the morning
I'm already there, at her house, and soon she's stepping out.
It's bright, she's hurries, walks to the tram, I join.
She doesn't see me at all. She reads a book, it's a romantic novel.
Accidentally I bump her toes with my foot.
I say 'please excuse me', then she whispers 'please' and nothing else.
And she doesn't look at me, she reads the novel.
This has been going on for weeks. How will I ever get lucky again?
The ride back has to be different, I take my chances, I invite her: 'Reality', so I start, 'will be better than your novel, my lady. Put the book away and become mine.'
Then the tram came, she read her book, it was the same novel. But as the tram rolled in everything I wanted to say, what I had planned got under the wheels. And she didn't look at me, she read the novel.
(1971)
14.03.2025
Empty space
I guess I didn't know at the time that I was lonely
That after a while it'll pierce my heart
When even the familiar air becomes murky
When even cruel love turns its back on you
An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
Empty space
Emotions that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me
Come back to me
I don't even have any regrets anymore
When even the promised love turns its back on you
An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
Empty space
Feelings that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me come back
14.03.2025
Come and play with me
Come and play with me
The game of love
How it'll be with us one day
Come and play with me
The old game of love
Of tenderness
And the game of fortune
And of sorrow
What will you love me for
What will you hate me for?
And when will you
Let me walk away from you?
Are we loyal to eachother, again and again?
I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.
I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.