Zdob și Zdub - Trece vremea omului - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Zdob și Zdub - Trece vremea omului




Trece vremea omului
The Time of Man Passes
Trece vremea spicului
The time of the rye passes
In bataia vantului
In the blowing of the wind
Asa-i rodul spicului
Such is the fruit of the rye
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Trece vremea vinului
The time of wine passes
In racoarea beciului
In the coolness of the cellar
Asa-i gustul vinului
Such is the taste of wine
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Lasa plugul brazda deasa
The plough leaves a thick furrow
Curge apa in izvor
Water flows in the fountain
Am avut o viata aleasa
I have had a chosen life
Dar tot nu mai vreau sa mor
But still I do not want to die
Trece vremea gandului,
The time of thought passes,
Cautarea rostului
The search for purpose
Asa-i miezul gandului
Such is the essence of thought
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Trece vremea dorului
The time of longing passes
In bataia pieptului
In the beating of the chest
Asa-i focul dorului
Such is the fire of longing
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Moara macina faina,
The mill grinds flour,
Painea creste in cuptor
Bread rises in the oven
Am avut o viata plina
I have had a full life
Dar tot nu mai vreau sa mor
But still I do not want to die
Moara macina faina
The mill grinds flour
Painea creste in cuptor
Bread rises in the oven
Am avut o viata plina
I have had a full life
Dar tot nu mai vreau sa mor
But still I do not want to die
Trece vremea omului
The time of man passes
In pazirea dorului
In the keeping of longing
Asa-i viata omului
Such is the life of man
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Trece vremea neamului
The time of the nation passes
In schimbarea veacului
In the change of centuries
Asa-i soarta neamului
Such is the fate of the nation
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Oile se duc la strunga
The sheep go to the pen
Cucul canta in pridvor
The cuckoo sings in the porch
Am avut o viata lunga
I have had a long life
Dar tot nu mai vreau sa mor
But still I do not want to die
Trece vremea spicului
The time of the rye passes
In bataia vantului
In the blowing of the wind
Asa-i rodul spicului
Such is the fruit of the rye
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't
Trece vremea vinului
The time of wine passes
In racoarea beciului
In the coolness of the cellar
Asa-i gustul vinului
Such is the taste of wine
Iaca este, iaca nu-i
Here it is, there it isn't





Writer(s): andrei copot, roman iagupov, mihail gincu


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