Paroles et traduction Kapushon feat. Stela Botez - Cine Canta Iarasi Pe la Sate

Cine Canta Iarasi Pe la Sate

Atatea cantece de dor ne-au inundat tricolorul.
Pland de veacuri moldovene, plange si folclorul.
Mai e Soroca daca câmpia einu mai este.
Si-am aflat ca Harap Alb e numa-n poveste.
Tara asta-i ca o bunica inteleapta.
Sa-i imbuneze pe cei din jur de secole incearca.
Si nu se supara, ea totul iarta.
Crede in proverbul despre cei ce capul pleaca.

Moldovenii s-o inrait de tot si ei saracii.
E de la durere ca inima-i cu aschii.
Speriat si prinsi in colt plini de obida.
Si de intrebi ce mai face, raspunsu′ il evita.
E durerea unui neam si-o ducem cu mandrie.
O lume intreaga ne-o pus in genunchi, deci las' sa stie.
Copii nostri-s fericiti de cateva bomboane.
Si la noi in casa mare inca stau-n colt icoane.

Cine canta iarasi pe la sate.
Ce-s cu soaptele pe intunecate.
Cine plange peste toamnele toate.
Poate o iubire de demult.

E un neam cu suflet mare si putin noroc.
Rabdator si chinuit, asa e scris in astre.
Sa intelegi dispare nu tre′ sa fii proroc.
Onache Carabus, povara bunatatii noastre.
El e tare ca granitu', nu-l doboara ploile.
Nu ingheata iernele, iubeste verele.
Infrunta caldurile, tine in secret durerile si-n sufle rugile.
Si totusi a cazut, l-au doborat tradarile.
Nu nostalgie de trecut, e doar prezent.
O natiune in faliment, ce prost experiment.
Si daca-i rapu' realitate sau sa fie, asa se cere.
Rapu′ romanesc e mai mult despre durere.
Ne cheama inca padurile, campiile.
Prin colturi de planeta, rasar in soapte doinele.
Si Harap Alb sanse inca are, cat sa aud un nai cantant acolo-n vale.

Cine canta iarasi pe la sate.
Ce-s cu soaptele pe intunecate.
Cine plange peste toamnele toate.
Poate o iubire de demult.

Cine canta iarasi pe la sate.
Ce-s cu soaptele pe intunecate.
Cine plange peste toamnele toate.
Poate o iubire de demult

Who's That Singing In the Countryside

So many sorrowful songs have flooded our tricolor.
Moldovan sadness for centuries, folklore also cries.
Is Soroca still there if the plain is no more?
And I found out that Harap Alb is only in a story.
This country is like a wise grandmother.
Trying to appease those around her for centuries.
And she doesn't get mad, she forgives everything.
She believes in the saying about those who bow their heads.

Moldovans have been completely embittered, the poor things.
It's from the pain, like their hearts are broken into pieces.
Scared and cornered, full of resentment.
And if you ask what's up, they avoid the answer.
It's the pain of a nation and we carry it with pride.
A whole world has brought us to our knees, so let them know.
Our children are happy with a few candies.
And in our big house, the icons still stand in the corner.

Who's singing again in the villages?
What's with the whispers in the dark?
Who's crying over all the autumns?
Maybe a long-lost love.

It's a nation with a big heart and little luck.
Patient and tormented, that's how it's written in the stars.
To understand it's disappearing, you don't have to be a prophet.
Onache Carabus, the burden of our kindness.
He's as strong as granite, the rains don't bring him down.
The winters don't freeze him, he loves the summers.
He faces the heat, keeps his pain a secret and prays in his soul.
And yet he fell, he was defeated by betrayal.
Not nostalgia for the past, it's just the present.
A bankrupt nation, what a silly experiment.
And if it's reality killing me or it's meant to be, that's how it should be.
Romanian rap is more about pain.
The forests and plains still call us.
In corners of the planet, folk songs sprout in whispers.
And Harap Alb still has a chance, enough to hear a flute playing over there in the valley.

Who's singing again in the villages?
What's with the whispers in the dark?
Who's crying over all the autumns?
Maybe a long-lost love.

Who's singing again in the villages?
What's with the whispers in the dark?
Who's crying over all the autumns?
Maybe a long-lost love