Текст и перевод песни El Nino feat. Miru - Alin Durerea

Alin Durerea

Zambetul mamei cand ma vede acasa imi face
Inima sa bata dintr odata pentru pace
Sa ma dezbrace cineva de rautate
Cand linistea ma cauta pe strazi aglomerate
E greu sa ma gaseasca si vocile ma tulbura
Serpii nu vorbesc, doar cand vad banii se gudura,
Si atunci ma scutura de sentimente vantul
Rece, din pacate, cateodata imi fuge gandul
In intuneric, de unde mi vine povestea
Un milion murdar e ala care aduce vestea,
Fratii nu sunt frati, si de la faima,
Aroganta in timp poate deveni o haina
Si ti am cerut o imbratisare calda
Si mi ai intins o mana care mi pare sa ma arda
O noapte alba, o sticla murdara
Si o casa in care i frig de zici ca dorm pe afara

E a ta, viata ta,
Si faci ce vrei cu ea,
In spate nu te mai uita
Lumea nu o asculta, stii oricum ca e rea

Oricum va judeca indiferent de ce se va intampla,
Capu sus, toata lumea e a ta

Alin durerea, fratii si surorile
Au trecut cu muzica mea prin toate starile
Stiu toate garile, am inteles comorile
Nu ascund bijuterii, stiu toate scarile
Din cartier, acolo am crescut
Unde vorba dulce cateodata mi a fost scut
Acum ascut limba si strada s a inrait
De unde atata ura, ma intreb, cand am devenit
Atat de cunoscut, atat de greu e uneori
Cand vad ca oamenii din jurul meu considera valori
Papusile cu sfori pe care mass media
Le foloseste ca sa spele creiere si media
De varsta care pune botu e cea care ma sperie,
Mai bine mor sarac decat o viata in mizerie,
Artilerie grea sunt bagabontii mei, fratioru,
Alin durerea, daca plec, e cineva sa mi duca doru

Alin Durerea

Your smile when you see me home makes
My heart beat immediately for peace
To undress me of wickedness
When calmness seeks me in the crowded streets
It's hard to find me, voices disturb me,
Snakes don't speak, only when they see money they flatter,
And then the wind shakes me of feelings,
Cold, unfortunately, sometimes my thoughts run away
In the darkness, where my story comes from
A million filthy is the one who brings the news,
Brothers are not brothers, and from fame,
Arrogance in time can become a garment
And I asked you for a warm embrace
And you extended a hand that seems to burn me
A sleepless night, a dirty bottle
And a house in which it's so cold you'd think I was sleeping outside

It's yours, your life,
And you do what you want with it,
Don't look back
The world won't listen to you, you know it's evil anyway

It will judge regardless of what happens,
Heads up, the whole world is yours

Alin the pain, brothers and sisters
Have gone through all the states with my music
I know all the stations, I have understood the treasures
I don't hide jewelry, I know all the stairs
From the neighborhood, that's where I grew up
Where sweet words were sometimes my shield
Now I sharpen my tongue and the street has worsened
Where does so much hatred come from, I wonder, when I became
So well-known, it's so hard sometimes
When I see that the people around me consider values
Dolls with strings that the mass media
Uses to wash brains and the media
The age that buys it is what scares me,
I'd rather die poor than a life in misery.
Heavy artillery is my tramps, my brother,
Alin the pain, if I leave, someone can miss me