Paroles et traduction Pavel Stratan - Peștișorul de aur

Peștișorul de aur

Stau pe malul iazului si prind
Pestisori de aur si argint
Numai ca de aur nu prea prind.
Ori carciocu-i fara rama
Ori ca rama se farama
Da ceva se-ntampla, dau garant.
N-ar fi rau sa fie bine
In carcioc sa se anine
Pestele cu ochi de diamant.
Numai nu termin sa ma gandesc
Cand ma uit in apa ametesc:
Pluta mea cu pielea goala
Ba se culca, ba se scoala
Doamne, cred ca ii balaur
Ori ii pestele de aur.
Dac-ar fi sa fie cum am zis
In primul rand, imi fac vecina miss
Si-i ridic vreo trei palate
Toate pline cu de toate
Si-i fac viata de regina,
-Nu te supara, vecina! .
Nici de restul fetelor nu m-as feri
Toate ca vecina ar pati .
Si sa vezi din tari straine
Toate cum se-ntorc de maine
Ca de bine cred ca n-o sa
Fuga nimeni de acasa.
Dar pentru veselie si umor
L-as face tanar si nemuritor
Inca zece mii de veacuri
Sa ne povesteasca bancuri
Cu masajuri si cu cuscri
Sa traiasca Gheorghe Urschi!
Iar pe taranii care muncesc la sat
Pe fiecare l-as face imparat
Da-n jurul casei ca furnicii
Sa lucreze veneticii
Las′ sa stie si strainii
Cum e rau, nu n'ma cum bine-i.
Da ultima dorinta care-o am
M-as preface-n Sioma Marian
Si pe toti din jurul casii
I-as trimite-n la mama masii.
Vad ca undita se-ndoaie.
Ce zici, peste?
Da-i bataie!

The Golden Fish

I sit on the edge of the pond and catch
Gold and silver fish
But I don't catch many gold ones.
Either the hook is without bait
Or because the bait is crumbling
But something is happening, I guarantee it.
It wouldn't be bad if it was good
To hook on the hook
A fish with diamond eyes.
I barely finish thinking
When I look in the water, I get dizzy:
My float is bare
It goes to sleep and then gets up
Lord, I think it's a dragon
Or it's the golden fish.
If it were as I said
First, I would make my neighbor miss
And I would build her three palaces
All full of everything
And I would make her life a queen's
-Don't be mad, neighbor! .
I would not spare the rest of the girls either
All the same would happen to them as to the neighbor.
And then you would see from foreign countries
All of them would come back from tomorrow
Because they probably won't
Run away from home.
But for fun and humor
I would make him young and immortal
Still ten thousand centuries
To tell us jokes
With massages and with matchmakers
Long live Gheorghe Urschi!
And the peasants who work in the village
Everyone would make them emperors
But around the house like ants
Let the foreigners work
Let the foreigners know too
How bad, not how good it is.
But the last wish I have
I would pretend to be Sioma Marian
And everyone around the house
I would send them to their mother's dick.
I see the rod bending.
What do you say, fish?
Go for it!