Paroles et traduction Bitza - 10 Degete

10 Degete

Lumea se sfarseste... se sfarseste
Trebuie sa cada sub Soare.
Strofa I:
Sunt prea multe mame care-si plang copiii
Si-si detesta soarta ca-u ramas cu viii
Razboaie genocid crime le-auzi pe toate
Sangele se face apa se lupta frate cu frate
Daca-ar fi ramas lacrimi acuma as fi plans
Caci mi se pare meciul dintre viata si moarte prea strans
E doar un pas pe care nu-l faci tu
Este mereu dar cineva a ales momentul
Uitete-n jur uite-te bine si de tot
O sa urmeze in scurt timp un alt potop
Prea multe Gomora prea multi Sodomiti
Prea multi oamnei ce se scoala zilnic tristi
Toti cred ca-u gasit secretele supreme
Se calca pe cadavre, sa-runca cu blesteme
Anateme injurii mereu injuraturi
Nu mai exista dragoste ci bestii in calduri
Si singurul lucru la care pot gandi
E ca din ura nu s-au nascut copii
Ci doar copii ale razboaielor repetate
Imi e frica de viata cum imi este de moarte
Prea cruda mi se pare ironia sortii
Dai nastere la viata in timp ce-ti numeri mortii
Pe zece degete si te intrebi acum
De ce de ceva timp zece nu mai ajung
Refren:
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai minte-te
Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai minte-te

Strofa II:
Prea multe intrebari prea putine raspunsuri
Traiesti involuntar inconstient si totusi
In fata portii acum, la judecata
La dreapta lu Allah sau in Nirvana cautata
Toata minciuna aflata pe pamant
Sa ti se para doar ce e adica doar un vis urat
Religia ar trebui sa nasca armonie
Si totusi mii de oameni mor zilnic dintr-o prostie
Se stie aproape totul despre nimic
Te crezi prea mic sa-ncerci sa schimbi un pic
Mai tragic mi se pare acum ce-o sa zic
Mai nou nu mai esti mare decat cu suflet mic
Ridic cuvantul impacat cu gandul
Ca tuturor le vine pan-la urma randul
Si-n adancul inimii as vrea sa regasesc
Credinta-n acel lucru care m-opreste sa m-opresc
Si ma feresc sa o arat prea des
Pentru ca de la atata ura incep sa obosesc
Sa va intorc obrazul sunteti atenti la fete
Am box in mana stanga sunt gata sa va fac zdrente
Pentru ca ati ajuns tarfe pe fata
Am trei degete pe care-mi numar prietenii in viata
Iar restul de sapte pentru fiecare
Cap al ierbii cu care ma fac praf
Refren:
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai mintete
Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai mintete

10 Fingers

The world is ending... ending
It must fall beneath the Sun.
Verse I:
There are too many mothers who mourn their children
And detest their fate that they remained with the living
Wars, genocide, crimes, you hear them all
The blood becomes water, and brother fights brother
If there were any tears left, I would have cried by now
For the match between life and death seems to me too close
It's just one step that you don't take
It's always here, but someone chose the moment
Look around you, look closely and completely
Another flood will soon follow
Too many Gomorrahs, too many Sodomites
Too many people who wake up sad every day
All believe they have found the ultimate secrets
They trample on corpses, casting curses
Anathemas, insults, always curses
There is love no more, only beasts in heat
And the only thing I can think of
Is that hate has not given birth to children
But only to children of repeated wars
I fear life as much as I fear death
The irony seems too cruel to me
You give birth to life while you count your dead
On ten fingers and now you wonder
Why ten is not enough anymore
Chorus:
Ten fingers on hands and just as many dogs
For each of those in whom you put your trust
Ten fingers on hands, you fool
That perhaps tomorrow it will be much better
Ten fingers on hands and just as many dogs
For each of those in whom you put your trust
Ten fingers on hands, you fool

Verse II:
Too many questions, too few answers
You live involuntarily, unconsciously, and yet
Now at the gates, at judgment
At the right hand of Allah or in the sought-after Nirvana
All the lies on earth
Should seem to you to be only a bad dream, that is all
Religion should give birth to harmony
And yet thousands of people die daily out of a foolishness
Almost everything is known about nothing
You consider yourself too small to try to change a little
What I'm about to say seems more tragic to me
Lately, you are not considered great unless you are small-souled
I raise the word reconciled with the thought
That everyone's turn will come eventually
And in the depths of my heart I would like to rediscover
The faith in that which keeps me from stopping
And I avoid showing it too often
Because I am starting to get tired of all this hatred
To turn my cheek to you, you pay attention to faces
I have a box in my left hand, I'm ready to tear you to shreds
Because you have become whores to your face
I have three fingers on which I count my friends in life
And the rest for every
Grass head with which I make myself dust
Chorus:
Ten fingers on hands and just as many dogs
For each of those in whom you put your trust
Ten fingers on hands, you fool
That perhaps tomorrow it will be much better
Ten fingers on hands and just as many dogs
For each of those in whom you put your trust
Ten fingers on hands, you fool