Lyrics:

Afara-i intuneric..
Si ploua si-i urat
Iar eu ma aflu acuma'
Ma aflu in mormant.
Ce dor imi e de casa ,
Ce ganduri ma apasa ...
Sa ies in lumea noua, groparul nu ma lasa...
Groparule nemernic, sever, dur si brutal
Deschide-mi larg mormantul, afara ca sa ies
Sa ma mai duc o data,
La casa parinteasca
Sa imi vad parinti, fratii si pe a mea nevasta
Mai schelete nu iti dau drumul,
Sa iesi din groapa
Mai bine stai acolo, cu mortii te impaca
Hai lasa-ma gropare in lumea pacatoasa
Si scutura mai bine, tarana de pe mine
Si am fost la mine acasa,
Ce jale mai era,
Sarmana mea maicuta, in doliu ma jelea,
De asemenea si tata, in negru se purta
Off` cat imbatrise si barba ii albise
Si am fost la ai mei prieteni
Ce chefuri mai faceau,
Cu vinul cel mai dulce, cu toti se inveseleau
Ciocneau pahare rase, pe mine ma uitase,
Si nu gandeau vezi bine...sa bea si pentru mine
La cine vin zilnic, multime de femei
Dar n-am vazut nici una sa-si planga sotul ei
La fel si a mea nevasta nici doliu nu purta,
Era cu altu-n casa , cu vorbe-l dezmierda
Se scutura Salcami, de ploaie si de vant
Iar eu ma intorc acuma', ma intorc iar in mormant
Groparule nemernic, sever, dur si brutal
Deschide-mi iar mormantul si lasa-ma sa intru
Si toarna peste mine, un munte de granit
Ca ce am vazut afara, maï rau e ca-n mormant !


TRAD


Outside her dark ..
And it rained and I wished
And I am now '
I'm in the grave.
I miss home,
What thoughts hit me ...
It was out in the new world, the gravedigger not let me ...
Groparule asshole, severe, harsh and brutal
Open wide my grave outside to go
Let me go again,
The old house
To see my parents and my brothers wife
May skeletons do not give way,
Getting out of the hole
Better stay there with you reconcile death
Come let me sinful world Gravedigger
And shake better dust off me
And I was at my home
What grief was gone,
My poor nun, I wailed in mourning,
Also the father, wear black
Off `cat gen and beard had turned white
And I went to my friends
What do carousing,
With the sweetest wine, we all cheer
Clinked glasses races, I had forgotten me,
And do not think you see better for me to drink ...
Who come daily lot of women
But I saw no one to grieve her husband
And so my wife does not wear any mourning,
He was in another's house, with him fondle words
Shake Acacia, rain and wind
And I go back now, 'I return to the grave
Groparule asshole, severe, harsh and brutal
And open my grave and let me in.
And pour over me, a granite mountain
As we saw outside, worse is like in his grave!