Текст и перевод песни Pavel Stratan - Banii / Money - original

Banii / Money - original

Eu cu fratele si sora din sertar de la masa,
I-am furat lu' tata banii, si-am fugit de-acasa.
N-o trecut nici doua zile, tata cand ii cauta
Banii nu mai sunt acolo unde-au fost odata.
"Unde-s banii?" - ma intreaba tata cu rabdare,
"Nu stiu tata, poate stie fratele mai mare,
Poate banii din sertar i-a mancat vreo mata,
Poate Ghita stie unde-s... Haidem la Ghita!"
Da' in timpul asta Ghita curata o nuca.
Cand a vaz't ca tata vine, a incercat sa fuga.
Tata cand a vaz't ca fuge l-a palit cu palma,
Ghita n-a dovedit macar sa strige "Mama!..."
Tata mult nu rabda, si-ncepe sa se 'nerveze
Dupa ce degeaba Ghita a luat-o-n freza
Vrei sa numeri bani, da' daca nu-s nu poti sa numeri,
Tata se uita la noi, noi strangeam din umeri.
"Gata, tata, stiu! In urma cu vreo doua zile,
Pe la noi pe-acasa, ziua, a trecut Vasile.
Chiar si azi l-am vazut la apa, se ducea cu manzul,
Poate el de bani sa stie... Haidem la dansul!..."
Merge tot ca pe rotile, cand speranta creste
Am ajuns si la Vasile, cat ai zice "peste"
Fara nici o galagie se petrece drama,
Daca si ceva se-aude, se-aude "Mama!..."
Banul, nu usor se face, da' usor se pierde,
Mai ales in casa daca ai in cine crede.
Nu zic! Poate pe la altii altfel merge roata.
Cel putin asa se-ntampla intre noi si tata.
Unde nu ne-om duce, parca invers bate vantul
Gandul nostru, cu al tatii-i cerul si pamantul.
Ne-ntorceam incet spre casa, tata-n partea stanga,
Fratele mai mare dupa, eu cu sora langa...
Da' in timpul asta, timpul parc-a vrut sa "steie"
Multe usi au fost deschise, asta n-are cheie.
De-as putea vreodata-n viata, as intoarce anii,
Macar ca sa-i spun lui tata, unde-s banii...
Banii... unde-s banii?...

Banii / Money - original

My brother, my sister, and I stole money from our father's desk drawer,
And ran away from home.
Two days had not passed, when our father looked for his money,
But it was no longer there.
"Where is the money?" he asked me patiently,
"I don't know, father, perhaps my older brother knows,
Perhaps a cat ate the money in the drawer,
Perhaps Ghita knows where it is... Let's go to Ghita!"
But at that moment, Ghita was cracking a walnut.
When he saw my father coming, he tried to run away.
But my father caught him and slapped him,
Ghita didn't even have time to cry "Mother!..."
My father became impatient and angry,
Because Ghita wouldn't admit to anything.
He wanted to count the money, but if it was not there, he couldn't,
My father looked at us, and we shrugged our shoulders.
"Okay, father, I know! A few days ago,
Vasile came to our house in the afternoon.
I saw him at the water today, he was there with his horse,
Maybe he knows about the money... Let's go to him!..."
We went there as fast as we could, our hopes growing.
We arrived at Vasile's place in no time.
Without any fuss, the drama unfolded,
If anything could be heard, it was just "Mother!..."
Money is not easily earned, but easily lost,
Especially in a house where there are others to blame.
I'm not saying! Maybe things are different in other people's houses.
At least that's how it happens between us and our father.
Wherever we go, the wind seems to blow the wrong way.
Our thoughts and our father's thoughts are like heaven and earth.
We walked slowly back home, my father on the left,
My older brother behind him, my sister and I beside him...
But all this time, time seemed to "stand still"
Many doors were opened, but this one had no key.
If I could ever go back in time, I would,
Just to tell my father where the money is...
The money... where is the money?...