Lyrics and translation F.Charm feat. Peter Larss - Fiul Risipitor

Fiul Risipitor

Mama, mama, mama, mama
Cu capul in pamant, tarziu bat la usa ta
Mama, mama, imi e teama
Ca n-ai sa ma primesti la fel cum o faceai candva
Ca n-am ajuns nimic din ce ti-ai dorit
C-am facut doar greseli si te-am dezamagit
Mama, mama, ia-ma-n brate
Mi-e frig, deschide-mi usa sub aripa ta
Mama, ma-ntorc, sa stii ca vin acasa
Anii mi se vad in par, in suflet, in haine si pe fata trasa
Nu ma-ntorc cum am plecat, hotarat sa ating vise, ca le-am ucis
Ma-ntorc fiu risipitor, fara viitor,
Ce-a batut la usi inchise, ce nu s-au deschis
Am noroi pe ghete, talpa mi s-a rupt
Prea multe regrete, atata timp pierdut
Am lacrimi uscate, ce nu mi-au trecut
Am pamant sub unghii de cand am cazut
Iarta-ma ca plang, mama, sunt om in toata firea
Ma-ntorc pierdut acasa sa-mi spui tu, mama, unde sa-mi caut fericirea
Nu-mi trebuie hiene sa ma scalde-n
Flacari calde printre salbe si minciuni
Sau femei usoare trecatoare sa-mi umble la suflet si la slabiciuni
Ca i-am gustat, mama,
La cina-n in jungla, orbit, tacit, pe toti si pe toate
Si mi-am luat tradare, ura si pacate,
Nu doar de la un frate, de la fiecare-n parte
Mama, mama, mama, mama
Cu capul in pamant, tarziu bat la usa ta
Mama, mama, imi e teama
Ca n-ai sa ma primesti la fel cum o faceai candva
Ca n-am ajuns nimic din ce ti-ai dorit
C-am facut doar greseli si te-am dezamagit
Mama, mama, ia-ma-n brate
Mi-e frig, deschide-mi usa sub aripa ta
Locul unde ma jucam c-o minge sparta si urcam
In toti copacii din livezi, cand ma strigai, si ma ascundeam
Nu-i poate lua locul niciun loc unde pierdeam cu ora
Noptile cu vicii, paturile moi ca din Gomora
Iarta-ma, mama,
Nu sunt ce ti-ai dorit, ispitele m-au sarutat si nu m-am ferit
Uite-ti copilul ce mult s-a marit, uite-l cum vine acasa smerit
Mama, cand ma vezi, te rog sa ma certi
Cum o faceai odata, doar ca sa ma inveti
Sa-mi mai deschizi fereastra, sa vad dimineti
Si seara sa-mi citesti catrene din poeti
Poate acum platesc un pret pentru viata mea in van
Poate acum nu mai veneam plangand si suspinand daca te-ascultam
Te rog, maicuta blanda, mai fi o data buna si pune-ma la masa
Deschide-mi usa, ia-ma-n brate, iarta-ma si primeste-ma in casa
Mama, mama, mama, mama
Cu capul in pamant, tarziu bat la usa ta
Mama, mama, imi e teama
Ca n-ai sa ma primesti la fel cum o faceai candva
Ca n-am ajuns nimic din ce ti-ai dorit
C-am facut doar greseli si te-am dezamagit
Mama, mama, ia-ma-n brate
Mi-e frig, deschide-mi usa sub aripa ta

The Prodigal Son

Mother, mother, mother, mother
With my head bowed down, I knock belatedly upon thy door
Mother, mother, I am afraid
That thou wilt not receive me as thou didst of yore
That I have achieved naught of that which thou didst desire
That I have done naught but wrong and brought thee but despair
Mother, mother, take me into thine arms
I am cold, open unto me beneath thy wings
Mother, I return, know that I come home
The years show upon my hair, upon my soul, upon my clothes, and upon my drawn face
I return not as I departed, resolved to attain dreams, for I have slain them
I return as a prodigal son, with no future,
Who has knocked at closed doors, which have not opened
My boots are muddied, the soles are broken
Too many regrets, so much wasted time
My tears have dried, they have not passed
My fingernails are caked with earth, since I have fallen
Forgive me for crying, mother, I am a man, yet but a child
I return lost home, so that thou, mother, mayst tell me where I might seek my happiness
I need no hyenas to bathe me
In warm flames, amidst necklaces and lies
Or wanton, fleeting women to toy with my soul and weaknesses
For I have tasted them, mother,
At the banquet in the jungle, blinded, taciturn, all and sundry
And I have taken treachery, hatred, and sin,
Not just from a brother, but from each and every
Mother, mother, mother, mother
With my head bowed down, I knock belatedly upon thy door
Mother, mother, I am afraid
That thou wilt not receive me as thou didst of yore
That I have achieved naught of that which thou didst desire
That I have done naught but wrong and brought thee but despair
Mother, mother, take me into thine arms
I am cold, open unto me beneath thy wings
The place where I played with a broken ball and climbed
In all the trees in the orchard, when thou didst call my name and I hid
No place where I would lose myself for hours can take its place
Nights with vices, soft beds as in Gomorrah
Forgive me, mother,
I am not what thou didst wish, temptations kissed me and I did not resist
Behold thy child, how much he has grown, behold how he comes home, humbled
Mother, when thou seest me, I beg thee to chide me
As thou once didst, if only to teach me
To open once more to me the window, that I might see the dawn
And in the evening to read me quatrains from poets
Perhaps now I pay a price for my life in vain
Perhaps now I would not be weeping and sighing if I had heard thee
I pray thee, gentle mother, be once more kind, and seat me at the table
Open the door, take me into thine arms, forgive me and receive me into the house
Mother, mother, mother, mother
With my head bowed down, I knock belatedly upon thy door
Mother, mother, I am afraid
That thou wilt not receive me as thou didst of yore
That I have achieved naught of that which thou didst desire
That I have done naught but wrong and brought thee but despair
Mother, mother, take me into thine arms
I am cold, open unto me beneath thy wings