Текст и перевод песни Carmen Serban - Vad numai oameni necajiti

Vad numai oameni necajiti

In jurul meu unde privesc
Vad numai oameni necajiti
Iar de saraci nu mai vorbesc
Ei isi duc soarta linistiti.

Da-mi Doamne o forta mare
Vreau sa uit de suparare
Fa ceva Doamne cu mine
Sa simt si eu ca mi-i bine.
Da-mi Doamne o forta mare
Vreau sa uit de suparare
Fa ceva Doamne cu mine
Sa simt si eu ca mi-i bine.

Omul cand ajunge bogat
Uita de unde a plecat
Si transforma din prostie
Bogatia in saracie.

Da-mi Doamne o forta mare
Vreau sa uit de suparare
Fa ceva Doamne cu mine
Sa simt si eu ca mi-i bine.
Da-mi Doamne o forta mare
Vreau sa uit de suparare
Fa ceva Doamne cu mine
Sa simt si eu ca mi-i bine.

Am umblat prin tari straine
Unde credeam ca e mai bine
Dar peste tot, vreau sa stiti
Sunt romani nefericiti.
Au plecat din a lor tara
Stresati de partea financiara
N-au stiut ca strainatatea
E maï amara ca moartea.

Da-mi Doamne o forta mare
Vreau sa uit de suparare
Fa ceva Doamne cu mine
Sa simt si eu ca mi-i bine.
Da-mi Doamne o forta mare
Vreau sa uit de suparare
Fa ceva Doamne cu mine
Sa simt si eu ca mi-i bine.

I See Only Afflicted People

Everywhere I look
I see only afflicted people
And I won't even mention the poor
They bear their fate calmly.

Give me great strength, my Lord
I want to forget about my troubles
Do something with me, my Lord
So that I, too, can feel good.
Give me great strength, my Lord
I want to forget about my troubles
Do something with me, my Lord
So that I, too, can feel good.

When a man becomes rich
He forgets where he came from
And foolishly transforms
Wealth into poverty.

Give me great strength, my Lord
I want to forget about my troubles
Do something with me, my Lord
So that I, too, can feel good.
Give me great strength, my Lord
I want to forget about my troubles
Do something with me, my Lord
So that I, too, can feel good.

I have traveled to foreign lands
Where I thought life would be better
But everywhere, I want you to know
Romanians are unhappy.
They left their country
Stressed by financial worries
They did not know that being a foreigner
Is more bitter than death.

Give me great strength, my Lord
I want to forget about my troubles
Do something with me, my Lord
So that I, too, can feel good.
Give me great strength, my Lord
I want to forget about my troubles
Do something with me, my Lord
So that I, too, can feel good.