Romanu' N-Are Noroc - CRBL Übersetzung ins Englische

Romanu' N-Are Noroc

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Ridică mâinile, să bem pentru noi
Sus paharele, că vine soare după ploi
Golim sticlele, golim casele
Golim buzunarele cum vin taxele

Trec zilele şi vedem cum peste noapte apar vilele
Suntem obligaţi să populăm ghenele
Ascultăm la TV toate perlele
Conjuga verbele

A fi, a nu fi, a trăi, a muri
A avea ce mânca în fiecare zi.
Există o întrebare deja nemuritoare:
Oficial îţi merge bine, frăţioare?

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Ne plac meciurile, ne plac vinurile,
Ne plac fetele frumoase care stau cu spatele.
Pune maneaua, scoate sarmaua, scoate şi ţuica şi telemeaua!

Pentru că acolo unde ei numai pot, pot
Întotdeauna venim noi şi luăm tot, tot
Şi ce dacă americanii ne spun: "not, not"
Trecem oceanul în câteva ore de înot, înot.

Şi când taxele cresc, romanii stau, stau
Păi de ce s-ar chinui că oricum n-au, n-au?
Şi când toţi loviţi de criză strigă "au, au"
Romanii beau, beau
Romanii beau, beau

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Pentru că acolo unde ei numai pot, pot
Întotdeauna venim noi şi luăm tot, tot
Şi ce dacă americanii ne spun:" not, not"
Trecem oceanul în câteva ore de înot, înot

Şi când taxele cresc, romanii stau, stau
Păi de ce s-ar chinui că oricum n-au, n-au?
Şi când toţi loviţi de criză strigă "au, au"
Romanii beau, beau
Romanii beau, beau
Romanii beau, beau
Romanii beau, beau

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Romanul n-are noroc, dar se pricepe la tot
Fură stampila de vot şi-o poartă ca pe-un breloc.
Şi totuşi umbla fără chei
Că n-are casă, n-are masă, n-are bani de femei

Romanians Don't Have Luck

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

Raise your hands, let's drink to ourselves
Raise a glass, because there is sunshine after rain
We empty bottles, we empty houses
We empty our pockets when the taxes come

Days go by and we see villas suddenly appearing
We are forced to populate the trash cans
We listen to all the pearls of wisdom on TV
Conjugating verbs

To be, not to be, to live, to die
To have something to eat every day.
There is a question that is already immortal:
Officially, are you doing well, my friend?

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

We like sports, we like wines,
We like beautiful women who stand with their backs to us.
Put on the folk music, take out the pickled cabbage, take out the firewater and the telemea cheese!

Because where they only can, can
We always come and take everything, everything
And what if the Americans tell us: "not, not"
We cross the ocean in a few hours of swimming, swimming.

And when taxes go up, Romanians sit, sit
Well, why should they bother, since they don't have anything, anyway?
And when everyone hit by the crisis cries "ouch, ouch"
Romanians drink, drink
Romanians drink, drink

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

Because where they only can, can
We always come and take everything, everything
And what if the Americans tell us:" not, not"
We cross the ocean in a few hours of swimming, swimming

And when taxes go up, Romanians sit, sit
Well, why should they bother, since they don't have anything, anyway?
And when everyone hit by the crisis cries "ouch, ouch"
Romanians drink, drink
Romanians drink, drink
Romanians drink, drink
Romanians drink, drink

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women

Romanians don't have luck, but they're good at everything
They steal the voting stamp and carry it like a key ring.
And yet they walk around without keys
Because they have no home, no food, no money for women