Текст и перевод песни B.U.G. Mafia feat. Lucian Colareza - Cand Trandafirii Mor

Cand Trandafirii Mor

Suna atât de frumos când spui poveste de iubire.
Simti ca se umple sufletul de fericire.
Care e cuvântul cheie, nici n-ai idee cand sare prima scânteie,
Se aprinde si dispare-n flăcări tot.
Era un boboc de fata.
O inimă curata, caldă, catifelată.
Ca petalele de trandafiri,
Inevitabil sa nu te îndrăgostești de ea, iremediabil.
Ducea o viață scandalos de grea.
Cu un tată vitreg care o abuza.
Cu o mama care niciodată nu o asculta.
Ce avea de zis, ii pasa numai de ea.
Băiatul... Nu era un pui de smecher.
Da' la 22 de ani avea un nume-n cartier.
O iubea, atât de mult voia,
Sa o scoată din coșmarul asta in care traia.
Cu o scamatorie ca din pălărie,
Au dispărut amândoi fără să se știe,
Unde au plecat, si nici macar daca
Se vor mai intoarce pe aici vreodata.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Aproape 7 ani de când au plecat,
Fata niciodată nu l-a intrebat
Cum a reușit? Oare cum s-a descurcat?
Era atât de fericita, nici n-ar fii contat
Ii cântau îngerii la harpe,
Ar fii mers cu el si-n gaura de sarpe.
Doar sa-l tina-n brate si s-auda in noapte,
Din gura lui cele mai frumoase șoapte.
Dar într-o seară, era singura, gătea,
Cineva apasă cu insistență sinceră
(Bing-bang, bing-bang)
Deschide, vede in fata un malac,
Dezvăluind o maceta de sub parpalac.
C-o mana-n gât
O trage in sufragerie.
O intreaba unde-s banii,
Ea zice ca nu stie.
Ii rupe hainele si o violează,
Destinul ei se întorcea la prima faza.
Suna frumos când spui poveste de iubire.
Simti ca se umple sufletul de fericire.
Care e cuvântul cheie,
Nici n-ai idee cand sare prima
Scânteie, se aprinde si dispare-n flăcări tot.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Băiatul intra-n casa,
Vesel, zâmbitor,
Il priveste inapoi, o față din trecutul lor.
Face un pas, ce vede e de-a dreptul tragic.
Scamatoria nu-i ieșise tocmai magic.
Înnebunit, ia o scrumieră si o aruncă.
Malacul ii taie gatul fetei si cade stanca.
Il lovește disperat, zbiara si plânge,
Iubita lui zace moartă într-un lac de sânge.
Nu poate fi adevarat!
Nu e corect!
De ce sa ti se intample tie, nu e drept!
Nu, mama dracu, e numai vina mea.
N-as fii crezut c-o sa se termine asa.
Suna frumos când spui poveste de iubire.
Simti ca se umple sufletul de fericire.
Care e cuvântul cheie,
Nici n-ai idee cand sare prima
Scânteie, se aprinde si dispare-n flăcări tot.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.
Era o floare, încântătoare,
Rămân acum amintiri chinuitoare.
Si lacrimile vor mai fii
Mult dupa ce trandafirii vor muri.

When Roses Die

It sounds so beautiful when you tell a love story.
You feel your soul filling up with happiness.
What's the key word, you have no idea when the first spark jumps,
It ignites and everything disappears in flames.
She was a young bud of a girl.
A pure heart, warm and velvety.
Like rose petals,
It was inevitable not to fall in love with her, irrevocably.
She led a scandalously hard life.
With a stepfather who abused her.
With a mother who never listened to her.
What she had to say, she only cared about herself.
The boy... He wasn't a big shot.
But at 22, he had a name in the neighborhood.
He loved her, he wanted so much,
To take her out of this nightmare she was living in.
With a trick like out of a hat,
They both disappeared without anyone knowing,
Where they went, and not even if
They would ever come back here.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
Almost 7 years since they left,
The girl never asked him
How did he do it? How did he manage?
She was so happy, it wouldn't have even mattered.
Angels sang to her on harps,
She would have gone with him even into a snake pit.
Just to hold him in her arms and hear at night,
The most beautiful whispers from his lips.
But one evening, she was alone, cooking,
Someone presses the doorbell insistently
(Ding-dong, ding-dong)
She opens, sees a creep in front of her,
Revealing a machete from under his coat.
With one hand on her throat
He drags her into the living room.
He asks her where the money is,
She says she doesn't know.
He tears her clothes and rapes her,
Her destiny was returning to the first phase.
It sounds beautiful when you tell a love story.
You feel your soul filling up with happiness.
What's the key word,
You have no idea when the first
Spark jumps, ignites and everything disappears in flames.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
The boy enters the house,
Happy, smiling,
He looks back at him, a face from their past.
He takes a step, what he sees is truly tragic.
The trick hadn't turned out so magical.
Enraged, he grabs an ashtray and throws it.
The creep cuts the girl's throat and she falls like a rock.
He hits him desperately, screams and cries,
His beloved lies dead in a pool of blood.
It can't be true!
It's not fair!
Why should this happen to you, it's not right!
No, damn it, it's all my fault.
I wouldn't have believed it would end like this.
It sounds beautiful when you tell a love story.
You feel your soul filling up with happiness.
What's the key word,
You have no idea when the first
Spark jumps, ignites and everything disappears in flames.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.
She was a flower, enchanting,
Now only painful memories remain.
And the tears will still be there
Long after the roses have died.