Текст и перевод песни F.Charm - Sărăcie, sărăcie

Sărăcie, sărăcie

Mda, vremuri grele. ce sa facem
Saracie, saracie
De ce-mi faci tu asta mie
Vreau sa pleci de langa mine
M-am pricopsit cu tine de la nastere
Si te tii scai de mine ca o pacoste
Anii au trecut, ce mult ma mai iubesti
Ma placi asa cum sunt de toate ma lipsesti
Hey, saracie. te faci ca nu m-auzi
Ca intru-n magazine si plec cu ochii uzi
Asta nu-i iubire, e tradare draga
Ce mai stai p-aici ia vezi-ti de treaba
Nu vrei sa pleci, tu sperii banii
Ei fug de mine, mi se duc anii
Ce-avem la saltea mi i-ai spart pe toti
Doamne da sentinta c-am bagat divort
Saracie, saracie
De ce-mi faci tu asta mie
Vreau sa pleci de langa mine
Si nu e nesimtire, este preacurvie
Traiesti si pe la neamuri, dar stai si pe la mine
Unii-mbraca Prada, altii-mbraca nada
Unii la Paris, altii la Oradea
Tot astept sa dau un tun sa dau de bine
Fara tine p-un sezlong in Philippines
Pe nisipuri fine, prietenii cu mine
Sa vezi ca sunt bine, c-am scapat tine
Da de unde-atat noroc
Cresc restantele la bloc
Creste dragostea din noi
Prin calorifere sloi
Saracie, saracie
De ce-mi faci tu asta mie
Vreau sa pleci de langa mine
Ia zi mama mama cat sa mai muncesc
Ca nu scap de asta asa
Ia zi tata tata cat sa mai trudesc
Cine ma scapa de ea
Bai saracie, nu esti genu'meu
Eu vreau alt tip femeie
Sa-mi dea oricand tot ce vreau eu
Si-napoi nimic sa ieie
Lunile, noptile, zilele, orele trec rup file
Visele, mele, senile se sting umile am kile
Ce amara esti te simt si prin papile
Esti sageata din calcaiul lui Ahile
Saracie, saracie
De ce-mi faci tu asta mie
Vreau sa pleci de langa mine

Poverty, Poverty

Wow, tough times. What can we do?
Poverty, poverty
Why are you doing this to me?
I want you to leave me alone
I've been stuck with you since I was born
You cling to me like a pest
The years go by, you love me so much
You like me the way I am
Hey, poverty. You're pretending not to hear me
I go into stores and leave with tears in my eyes
This isn't love, it's betrayal, darling
What are you still doing here? Get out of here
You don't want to leave, you scare the money away
They run away from me, my years are slipping away
You broke all the money in our bed
God, please give me a sentence for filing for divorce
Poverty, poverty
Why are you doing this to me?
I want you to leave me alone
It's not meanness, it's adultery
You live with my family, but you stay with me too
Some wear Prada, others wear garbage
Some go to Paris, others go to Oradea
I keep waiting to hit it big and be happy
Without you, on a lounge chair in the Philippines
On fine sand, with my friends
To see that I'm well, that I've gotten rid of you
But where is all this luck
My debts to the building are growing
My love for you is growing
Floes in the radiators
Poverty, poverty
Why are you doing this to me?
I want you to leave me alone
Oh mama, mama, how much longer must I work?
Because I can't get rid of this
Oh daddy, daddy, how much longer must I slave?
Who will save me from her?
Oh poverty, you're not my type
I want a different kind of woman
To always give me whatever I want
And never take anything back
The months, nights, days, and hours pass by in a blur
My dreams, old and childish, fade away
How bitter you are, I can feel you in my taste buds
You are the arrow in the heel of Achilles
Poverty, poverty
Why are you doing this to me?
I want you to leave me alone