Paroles et traduction Phoenix - Ulciorul

Ulciorul

Din lutul ud si moale
Din mina cea maiastra
Existi ca sa beau vinul
Ce-mi stinge gura arsa
Din mina cea maiastra
Din lutul ud si moale
Existi ca sa beau vinul
Ce-alina orice jale

Ulciorule, tu vas de lut
Din apa si pamint nascut
Te duc la gura ca sa beau
Si beau putin apoi mai vreau

Din umeda tarina
Din lutul ars in foc
Existi ca sa beau vinul
Ce ma-nvirteste-n loc
Din lutul ars in focuri
Din umeda tarina
Existi ca sa beau vinul
Pe care-l tin in mina.

The Vessel

From moist and supple clay
By the most skilled of hands
You exist to hold the wine
That quenches my parched lips
By the most skilled of hands
From moist and supple clay
You exist to hold the wine
That eases all my pain

Vessel of clay, you earthenware
Born of water and of earth
I raise you to my lips to drink
And when I've drunk, I thirst again

From the damp countryside
From clay that's hardened in flame
You exist to hold the wine
That spins me 'round and 'round
From clay that's hardened in flame
From the damp countryside
You exist to hold the wine
That I hold in my hand.