Paroles et traduction Bitza feat. Butch - Scrisoarea unui soldat

Scrisoarea unui soldat

Prea multe intrebari,
Prea multe teste,
Soldatzi incarca arme,
Trag imbraca veste,
Neveste plang,
Pe un mormant, Indoliate,
In alta parte,
Un tata rade fericit,
In timp ce un copil,
Se naste,
Mai rau ca vinul,
Destinul de multe ori,
Ne incurca pasi,
Ca sa te ridici,
Iti zici,
Azi la pamant raman,
Doar lashi,
Lashi de la tine,
Un ultim fier,
Sa tragi in ultimele zile,
Poate mai ai putine,
Poate mai tine inca o vreme, asa,
Apoi se va schimba, ceva,
Shi iti vei vedea razand familia,
Razboiul asta,
Te-a acrit deja,
Mai trist de atata,
Razboiul asta e viata ta,
Mai trist de atata,
Nu-i nimic,
Stai linistit,
Ridica capul,
Hai strange pumnul,
Asculta-mi sfatul,
Pastreaza-mi ultimul fier.
Sub o bucata de cer...

Refren: x 2
Poate pleci azi,
Poate pleci maine,
Stiu ca nu am avut,
O viata de caine...
Si daca sti,
Ca poate. nu ai facut bine,
Pastrez ultimul glont ptr mine,

Strofa a II-a

Scriu grabit,
Pe genuchi, din transee,
Intr-un scurt moment,
In care tac armele,
Si pixul parca are acum,
Vointa lui
In incercarea de a da... glas gandului.
Iti relatez despre lupta care tre sa o duc,
In incercarea de a trai.
Intr-un loc mai bun,
Satul de oameni
Care calca peste oameni,
De fetele ce au in inima.
Doar bani
Ma uit la copii shi vad doar victime.
In acest razboi in care crimele.
Par, parca rupte din apocalipa,
Decat in lumea asta.
Poate mai bine lipsa,
Inchei aici, caci bombele tot cad.
Mai trebuie sa spun
Ca azi m-au ridicat in grad
Nu ma mai bucur, lacrimile ard
Caci trebuie sa sap o groapa ptr camarad...

Refren: x 2

Poate pleci azi,
Poate pleci maine,
Stiu ca nu am avut,
O viata de caine...
Si daca sti,
Ca poate. nu ai facut bine,
Pastrez ultimul glont ptr mine,

Strofa a III-a

O sa plec purttand in piept.
Mandria ca am stat intotdeuna drept,
Dk eram soldat, dk eram gradat,
Am fost intotdeuna primul atacat,
Nu mai conteaza astea,
Parca toate dor,
Shi as vrea sa imi indrept atentia catre viitor,
Poate imi fac familie, shi poate shi copii,
Sau poate ptr mine asta e ultima zi,
Nu pot sa stiu eu, nu pot sa aleg eu,
Caci toate vin intotdeuna de la dumnezeu,
Sunt in mainile lui asa va fi mereu,
Chiar dk este bine, chiar dk este greu,
Imi e dor de tot, imi e dor de casa,
Shi pun peste rani. ultima fasa,
Inchei transmisia de aici din prima linie,
Sper sa ne auzim shi maine.

Refren x4

Poate pleci azi,
Poate pleci maine,
Stiu ca nu am avut,
O viata de caine...
Si daca sti,
Ca poate. nu ai facut bine,
Pastrez ultimul glont ptr mïne. by Bitza4ever

Letter from a Soldier

Too many questions,
Too many tests,
Soldiers load weapons,
Wear protective vests,
Wives cry,
Mourners at a grave,
On the other hand,
A father laughs happily,
While a child,
Is born,
Worse than wine,
Fate often,
Messes with our paths,
So that you can rise,
You tell yourself,
Today I stay on the ground,
Only cowards,
Cowards from you,
One last bullet,
To shoot in the last days,
You may have less,
It may last a little longer, like this,
Then something will change,
And you will see your family laughing,
This war,
Has already embittered you,
Sadder than that,
This war is your life,
Sadder than that,
It's nothing,
Take it easy,
Raise your head,
Come on, clench your fist,
Listen to my advice,
Keep my last bullet.
Under a piece of sky...

Chorus: x 2
Maybe you'll leave today,
Maybe you'll leave tomorrow,
I know we haven't had,
A dog's life...
And if you know,
That maybe. you haven't done well,
I'll keep the last bullet for me,

Verse II

I write hastily,
On my knees, from the trenches,
In a brief moment,
In which the weapons fall silent,
And the pen seems to have now,
Its will
In an attempt to give... voice to thought.
I report to you about the fight I have to fight,
In an attempt to survive.
In a better place,
I'm tired of people
Who step on people,
Of girls who have in their hearts.
Only money
I look at children and see only victims.
In this war in which crimes.
Seem, they seem, like they're straight from the apocalypse,
Faster than in this world.
Maybe it's better to be gone,
I'm finishing here, because the bombs keep falling.
I still have to say
That today I was promoted
I'm not happy anymore, the tears burn
Because I have to dig a grave for my comrade...

Chorus: x 2

Maybe you'll leave today,
Maybe you'll leave tomorrow,
I know we haven't had,
A dog's life...
And if you know,
That maybe. you haven't done well,
I'll keep the last bullet for me,

Verse III

I will leave carrying in my chest.
The pride of having always stood upright,
Whether I was a soldier, whether I was a graduate,
I was always the first attacked,
It doesn't matter anymore,
It's like everything hurts,
And I would like to turn my attention to the future,
Maybe I'll have a family, and maybe even children,
Or maybe this is my last day,
I can't know, I can't choose,
Because everything always comes from God,
I am in his hands, so it will always be,
Even if it is good, even if it is difficult,
I miss everything, I miss home,
And I put the last bandage on the wounds,
I'm ending the transmission from here on the front line,
I hope to hear from you tomorrow.

Chorus x4

Maybe you'll leave today,
Maybe you'll leave tomorrow,
I know we haven't had,
A dog's life...
And if you know,
That maybe. you haven't done well,
I'll keep the last bullet for myself. by Bitza4ever