Mileuri & Bibelouri - Maximilian перевод на английский

Mileuri & Bibelouri

Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Claudiu, nu mai canta

Initial am scris una nasoala
Am dat tot veninul afara
Ar castiga detasat, daca-ar fi sa fie
Titlul de Cea Mai Urata Melodie
Am ingropat-o adanc ca sa nu uit de ea
Ca sa nu uit ca noi doi n-am fost asa
Sa-mi amintesc ca eram din alt Univers
Sa m-asigur ca nimic, nimic nu s-a sters
Imaginea mea despre tine
Jiminy pentru Pinocchio care zace-n mine
Cea mai prezenta dintre vocile din capul meu
Nu-i de mirare ca am scris-o atat de greu
Aveam doar titlul, dar nicio idee, mi-a dat Motzu
A zis ca tre' sa fie despre tot ce a fost al nostru
Eu zic ca este si va fi o viata-ntreaga
Ce avem noi doi n-o sa dispara, bro, chiar daca

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Stii ce? Angoasele inca le am
Am renuntat la celelalte, nu le suportam
Nu le-am suportat vreodata, poate fiindca-mi aminteau
C-ai nostri faceau si ei ce puteau
In niciun caz ce si-ar fi dorit cu adevarat
Asta era norma in contextul dat
Ceausescu, comunismul, patria, poporul
Revolutia, tranzitia si viitorul
Mult mai sumbru decat s-ar fi asteptat oricine
Urmatorul pas - tarile straine
Sunt mai legat de tine decat sunt de ai nostri
Noroc cu ei ca nu am ajuns doi monstri
Eu cel putin am cochetat cu gandul
M-ai corectat chiar fara sa vrei, sunt mandru
Si increzator fata de ceea ce ne asteapta
Cat timp te am pe tine, fra, chiar daca

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Trec anii peste noi si vorbim tot mai putin
N-am cum sa uit cum obisnuiam sa fim
Sau ca ne stim de pe vremea-n care aveam prin casa
Mileuri, bibelouri si cate o angoasa

Lace Doilies & Knick-Knacks

Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Claudiu, please stop singing

Initially, I wrote a really bad one
I let all the venom out
It would definitely win, if there was a contest for
The Ugliest Song Title
I buried it deep so I wouldn't forget it
So I wouldn't forget that we weren't like that
To remember that we were from different Universes
To make sure that nothing, nothing has been erased
My image of you
Jiminy Cricket for Pinocchio who lies within me
The most present of the voices in my head
It's no wonder I wrote it so hard
I only had the title, but no idea, Motzu gave it to me
He said it had to be about everything that was ours
I say it is and will be a lifetime
What we have won't disappear, bro, even if

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

You know what? I still have the anxieties
I gave up on the others, I couldn't stand them
I never could stand them, maybe because they reminded me
That ours also did what they could
Definitely not what they really wanted
That was the norm in the given context
Ceaușescu, communism, the homeland, the people
The revolution, the transition, and the future
Much gloomier than anyone expected
The next step - foreign countries
I'm more connected to you than I am to our own
Lucky them that we didn't become two monsters
I at least flirted with the thought
You corrected me even without wanting to, I'm proud
And confident about what awaits us
As long as I have you, sis, even if

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety

Years pass over us and we talk less and less
I can't forget how we used to be
Or that we've known each other since we had in the house
Lace doilies, knick-knacks, and a little anxiety