Translation of the song lyrics 10 degete - Bitza

10 degete (original)

Lumea se sfarseste… se sfarseste
Trebuie sa cada sub Soare.
Strofa I:
Sunt prea multe mame care-si plang copiii
Si-si detesta soarta ca-u ramas cu viii
Razboaie genocid crime le-auzi pe toate
Sangele se face apa se lupta frate cu frate
Daca-ar fi ramas lacrimi acuma as fi plans
Caci mi se pare meciul dintre viata si moarte prea strans
E doar un pas pe care nu-l faci tu
Este mereu dar cineva a ales momentul
Uitete-n jur uite-te bine si de tot
O sa urmeze in scurt timp un alt potop
Prea multe Gomora prea multi Sodomiti
Prea multi oamnei ce se scoala zilnic tristi
Toti cred ca-u gasit secretele supreme
Se calca pe cadavre, sa-runca cu blesteme
Anateme injurii mereu injuraturi
Nu mai exista dragoste ci bestii in calduri
Si singurul lucru la care pot gandi
E ca din ura nu s-au nascut copii
Ci doar copii ale razboaielor repetate
Imi e frica de viata cum imi este de moarte
Prea cruda mi se pare ironia sortii
Dai nastere la viata in timp ce-ti numeri mortii
Pe zece degete si te intrebi acum
De ce de ceva timp zece nu mai ajung
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai minte-te
Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai minte-te
Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine
Strofa II:
Prea multe intrebari prea putine raspunsuri
Traiesti involuntar inconstient si totusi
In fata portii acum, la judecata
La dreapta lu Allah sau in Nirvana cautata
Toata minciuna aflata pe pamant
Sa ti se para doar ce e adica doar un vis urat
Religia ar trebui sa nasca armonie
Si totusi mii de oameni mor zilnic dintr-o prostie
Se stie aproape totul despre nimic
Te crezi prea mic sa-ncerci sa schimbi un pic
Mai tragic mi se pare acum ce-o sa zic
Mai nou nu mai esti mare decat cu suflet mic
Ridic cuvantul impacat cu gandul
Ca tuturor le vine pan-la urma randul
Si-n adancul inimii as vrea sa regasesc
Credinta-n acel lucru care m-opreste sa m-opresc
Si ma feresc sa o arat prea des
Pentru ca de la atata ura incep sa obosesc
Sa va intorc obrazul sunteti atenti la fete
Am box in mana stanga sunt gata sa va fac zdrente
Pentru ca ati ajuns tarfe pe fata
Am trei degete pe care-mi numar prietenii in viata
Iar restul de sapte pentru fiecare
Ca Balierbi cu care ma fac praf
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai mintete
Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maine
Zece degete la maini si tot atatia caini
Pentru fiecare dintr-aceia in care baza-ti pui
Zece degete la maini ai mintete
Ca poate o sa fie mult mai bine maЇne

10 degete (translation)

The world ends… ends
It must fall under the sun.
Verse I:
There are too many mothers crying for their children
He hates his fate that he is left alive
You hear all the genocidal war crimes
Blood is made of water, it is fought brother to brother
If there were tears left now I would have cried
Because it seems to me the match between life and death too close
It's just a step you don't take
It's always, but someone has chosen the moment
Look around, take a good look at everything
Another flood will follow shortly
Too many Gomorrah too many Sodomites
Too many people waking up sad every day
Everyone thinks he found the ultimate secrets
He tramples on corpses, throws curses
Anathemas always swear
There is no more love but beasts in the heat
And the only thing I can think of is
It's just that no children are born out of hatred
But only children of repeated wars
I am afraid of life as I am of death
The irony of fate seems too cruel to me
You give birth to life as you count your dead
Ten fingers and you're wondering now
Why haven't I been ten for a while
Ten fingers and as many dogs
For each of those on which you base yourself
Ten fingers on your hands, mind you
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow
Ten fingers and as many dogs
For each of those on which you base yourself
Ten fingers on your hands, mind you
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow
Verse II:
Too many questions, too few answers
You live involuntarily unconscious and still
In front of the gate now, in court
To the right of Allah or in sought-after Nirvana
All the lies on the ground
Let it seem to you that this is just a bad dream
Religion should give birth to harmony
And yet thousands of people die every day from stupidity
Almost everything is known about nothing
You think you're too young to try to change a little
It seems more tragic to me now what I'm going to say
You are no longer big but small-hearted
I raise the word at peace with the thought
It's everyone's turn
And in the depths of my heart I would like to find
Faith in that thing that stops me from stopping
And I avoid showing it too often
Because from so much hate I start to get tired
Turning your cheek, beware of girls
I have a box in my left hand, I'm ready to make rags for you
Because you got bitten on the face
I have three fingers that my friends count on in life
And the remaining seven for each
Like Balierbi that makes me dust
Ten fingers and as many dogs
For each of those on which you base yourself
Ten fingers on your hands
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow
Ten fingers and as many dogs
For each of those on which you base yourself
Ten fingers on your hands
Maybe it will be much better tomorrow