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Romanian/Finnish
(poetic, equirhythmic)
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Nopțile nu-mi dau milă

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Sper că notezi
Că eu am răni de dat și altcuiva
Pe aventurile trecute
Nu aș vrea să le amintesc
Când ești aici
Nu e loc pentru altcineva
Doi face un
Spirala repedea duc în cale
 
Hai ascultă-mă
Ești așteptat încă
Cred că au cântat că
Sunt atât de spartă
 
(Refren:)
Nopțile nu-mi dau milă
Și fără tine nu am
Eu nici un suflet nici o viață
Nopțile nu-mi dau milă
Și mâine nu este
Vi- vibrație de dimineață
 
Autostrada nu este ceea ce e cald aici
Dacă eu am focul
Tu, tu ai toate noutățile
Jură-mi-o acum
Că mă voi urma la capăt lumii
Nu voi sta aici
Sau ei mă vor fixa cu cuie
 
Te ascult încă
Mă simt completată
Dar cred că au cântat că
Ești și tu atât de spart
 
(Refren)
Nopțile nu-mi dau milă
Acum nu am nevoie de ia
Nu reușesc nimic
Mă oprește să fiu imobil
Atunci eu mă văd ca un pierzator
Am nevoie de-un aranjament
Ești ca un drog și riscul său
Devin mereu, încă mai mare
 
Eu urăsc că tu îmi placi așa
Așa îmi caut salvarea
În tine, mă întreb că gândești la mine
Nu doresc milă
Pe pieptul tău îmi pun capul chiar
Dacă am jucat noaptea
Cu tine merg la capăt lumii
 
(Refren)
 
Nopțile nu-mi dau milă
Vi- vibrație de dimineață
 


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O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
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Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
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Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
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  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.