Текст и перевод песни Puya feat. Andra & Guz - Dorul

Dorul

Dorul fuge, fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge,
Dorul zboara, lasa inima amara.
Dorul fuge, fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge,
Dorul zboara, lasa inima amara.
Simt sangele de roman, imi curge in vene,
Vad in lemn cioplite atatea semne
In privelistea de pe Caraiman
Parca-l vad pe Mihai Viteazul calare pe un cal.
Il simt cand ies din Bucuresti,
E in lutul din casele batranesti, in povesti
E in focul din cuptor,
E in vinul de pe masa, vorbele din folclor.
Imbracati la costume, isi numara RON-ii,
Dar noi stim: de la tara vin si domnii.
Sunt cel mai roman dintre pamanteni,
Sunt ca acasa intre maramureseni,
Vesel langa olteni, linistit cu ardeleni,
Putin ametit cand mai stau cu moldoveni.
Drace, da-ne pace, stii ca, orice-ar fi, sangele apa nu se face!
Dorul fuge, fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge,
Dorul zboara, lasa inima amara.
Dorul fuge, fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge,
Dorul zboara, lasa inima amara.
Probabil casa parinteasca nu se vinde, nu,
Cel mai bine o-ngrijesti doar tu
Avea nevoie de mine, ma simteam atras,
Doar cu ai mei ma simteam acasa.
Mereu parea mai bine-acolo unde nu-s,
Probabil e mai bine, poate de aia s-au dus.
E o drama, simt cum ma striga mama
Sau mama mamei sau mama lu mama lu mama.
Si amintirile s-au ascuns pe raftul prafuit de sus,
Cand alergam desculti si eram mult mai multi si n-aveam nicio teama.
Si doar in noptile pustii, cand lacrima se scurge
Dorul, dorul fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge, nu!
Dorul fuge, fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge,
Dorul zboara, lasa inima amara.
Dorul fuge, fuge, nimeni nu-l ajunge,
Dorul zboara, lasa inima amara.
Oriunde vor merge pasii mei, sufletul imi este plin de ei
Dorul asta nu ma lasa, nu ma lasa
Acelasi cuvant si-acelasi gand ma leaga mereu de-acest pamant,
Cel mai frumos loc e-acasa, e acasa!
Dorul, dorul, dorul...

Longing

Longing escapes, escapes, no one can catch it,
Longing flies, leaves the heart bitter.
Longing escapes, escapes, no one can catch it,
Longing flies, leaves the heart bitter.
I feel the blood of a Romanian, it flows through my veins,
I see so many signs carved in wood,
In the scenery of Caraiman,
As if I see Mihai Viteazul riding a horse.
I feel it when I leave Bucharest,
It's in the clay of the old houses, in stories,
It's in the fire in the stove,
It's in the wine on the table, the words in folklore.
Dressed in costumes, they count their RON,
But we know: the gentlemen come from the countryside.
I am the most Romanian of earthlings,
I am at home among the Maramureseni,
Merry with the Olteni, calm with the Ardeleni,
A little dizzy when I stay with the Moldovans.
Damn, give us peace, you know that, whatever happens, blood is thicker than water!
Longing escapes, escapes, no one can catch it,
Longing flies, leaves the heart bitter.
Longing escapes, escapes, no one can catch it,
Longing flies, leaves the heart bitter.
The parental home is probably not for sale, no,
You are the best to take care of it,
It needed me, I felt drawn,
I only felt at home with my family.
It always seemed better where I am not,
Probably it's better, maybe that's why they left.
It's a drama, I can hear my mother calling me,
Or my mother's mother, or my mother's mother's mother.
And the memories have hidden on the dusty top shelf,
When we ran barefoot and there were many more of us and we had no fear.
And only in the deserted nights, when the tears flow,
Longing, longing escapes, no one can catch it, no!
Longing escapes, escapes, no one can catch it,
Longing flies, leaves the heart bitter.
Longing escapes, escapes, no one can catch it,
Longing flies, leaves the heart bitter.
Wherever my steps take me, my heart is full of them,
This longing does not leave me, does not leave me
The same word and the same thought always bind me to this earth,
The most beautiful place is home, is home!
Longing, longing, longing...