Traduceri de versuri romanesti si engleze

Fabrizio Moro - Pensa versuri traducere


Romanian
A A

Crezi

Acolo erau oameni care au scris paginii
Notite de la o viață cu o valoare neprețuită
De neînlocuit, fiindcă ei au denunțat
Cele mai corupte sisteme, de-obicei ignorate
Oameni sau îngerii, trimiși spre Terra
Pentru a combate un război de certuri si de familie
Răspândite prim multe bile de la insula sângelui
Intre multe minuni, intre lămâi si intre cochilii
Masacrul a fiilor si a fiicelor de o generație
Forțați sa nu sa se uite, sa vorbească intr-o voce mică
A stinge luminile, a comenta in pace
Fiecare glonț in aer, fiecare cadavru intr-un Șanț.
 
Acolo erau oameni, pas dupa pas
Au lasat un semn, cu Curajul si cu aranjamentul
Cu Dedicație, contra instituției organizate
Cazul Nostru, cazul vostru, care-i al vostru?
Al nostru e libertate sa spunem
Ca ochii sunt făcute pentru a vedea
Gura pentru vorbire, urechile pentru ascultare
Nu doar numai muzica, nu doar muzica
Capul se întoarce si aranjează ținta, gândește
A multor condamnări a multor iertări, sunt doar numai simple
 
Tu Crezi, înainte sa tragi
Tu Crezi, înainte sa vorbești. sa judeci, doar tu crezi
Tu Crezi la ceea ce decizi tu
Doar așteaptă un moment, un moment mai mult
Cu capul intre mâini
 
Acolo erau oameni, care au murit de tineri
Dar conștienți de ideile lor
Ar rămâne pentru secole
Prin cuvinte hiperbolice, intacte si reale precum micile miracole
Ideea de egalitate, ideea de educație
Contra orice om care exersează opresiunea.
Contra orice simplitate, contra a care-i mai slab
Contra îngropării conștiinței in ciment
 
Tu Crezi, înainte sa tragi
Tu Crezi, înainte sa vorbești. sa judeci, doar tu crezi
Tu Crezi la ceea ce decizi tu
Doar așteaptă un moment, un moment mai mult
Cu capul intre mâini
 
Acolo erau oameni Care au continuat
In ciuda împrejurimilor totu-i distrus
Fiindcă in spate aceasta viața nu are nicio semnificație
Dacă ți-e teama de o bomba sau de o arma îndepărtată.
Oameni trec peste si trece un cântec
Dar nimeni nu poate sa oprească convingerea
La care justiția nu-i… nu-i doar numai o iluzie
 
Tu Crezi, înainte sa tragi
Tu Crezi, înainte sa vorbești. sa judeci, doar tu crezi
Tu Crezi la ceea ce decizi tu
Doar așteaptă un moment, un moment mai mult
Cu capul intre mâini
Tu Crezi
 
Tu Crezi la ceea ce decizi tu
Doar așteaptă un moment, un moment mai mult
Cu capul intre mâini
 


Mai multe traduceri de versuri din acest artist: Fabrizio Moro

Toate versurile în limba engleză de pe acest site pot fi utilizate numai în scopuri personale și educaționale.

Toate versurile sunt proprietatea și drepturile de autor ale proprietarilor sau proprietarilor respectivi.

Mai multe traduceri de versuri

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.