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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 !
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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!
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