Translation of the song lyrics Sper ca n-o sa fiu eu - Bitza

Sper ca n-o sa fiu eu (original)

Dintre multe belele la fel de rele-ntre ele
Un singur gand incepe sa ma sperie
O sa-nceapa la un moment dat, dintr-un pat
Sa se scoale un batran uzat
O sa mearga la oglinda jegoasa, murdara, intr-o doara
Cu gandul pervers ca isi doreste sa moara
Izolat si uitat de toti
Cu pensia de mult bagata-n vene de nepoti
Ziua altadata plina
Ingheata in linistea deplina
Nu i-a mai ramas decat rutina
Si viata, insa prea putina
A murit in fiecare zi cate putin
Alcoolizat printre sticlele cu vin
Realizand cand e prea tarziu ca e
Din ce in ce mai putin viu
Din ce in ce mai sigur
O sa mor singur, desigur
Sunt nesigur cand vine vorba sa-mi calculez timpul cu timpul
Incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea
Ca nici unul din noi
N-o sa apuce varsta a treia
Sta si plange singur si isi blesteama soarta
Nu-si putea imagina ca se-ntoarce roata
Nu stia de nimeni si blamaratatii
Si a ajuns acum o povara pentru altii
Se intreaba unde a gresit
Ce nu-i bine?
unde s-a pripit?
Rudele mereu fac planuri si-l cheama la masa
El cand moare, lor le ramane o casa
Singurul ce vine si il mai alina
Este cel pe care-l batea fara vina
Rupt de beat in zori cand venea acasa
E baiatul lui, Singurul caruia ii pasa
Vrea sa-l stranga in brate si sa-i povesteasca
Unde a gresit?
ce-ar mai face daca???
Se trezeste mult prea brusc la realitate
I-a murit baiatul de vreo sase ani jumate'
Fiecare alegere conteaza, stiu
Poate mai devreme, poate mai tarziu
Merg pan' la oglina si-mi rostesc teama cu greu
Sper ca acest batran, n-o sa fiu eu
Din ce in ce mai sigur
O sa mor singur, desigur
Sunt nesigur cand vine vorba sa-mi calculez timpul cu timpul
Incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea
Ca nici unul din noi
N-o sa apuce varsta a treia

(translation)

Of the many troubles just as bad among them
One thought begins to scare me
It will start at some point in a bed
Get up a worn-out old man
He'll go to the filthy, dirty mirror in a hurry
With the perverse thought that he wants to die
Isolated and forgotten by all
With the pension long overdue by his grandchildren
The day was full
It freezes in complete silence
All he had left was the routine
And life, but too little
He died a little every day
Alcoholic among wine bottles
Realizing when it's too late
Less and less alive
Increasingly safe
I'm going to die alone, of course
I'm unsure when it comes to calculating my time over time
I'm starting to get used to the idea
Like none of us
He will not reach the age of three
He sits and cries alone and curses his fate
He couldn't imagine the wheel turning
He didn't know anyone and the blamar
And now it has become a burden to others
He wonders where he went wrong
What's wrong?
where did he hurry?
Relatives always make plans and invite him to dinner
When he dies, they have a home
The only one who comes and soothes him
It's the one he beat without guilt
Broken drunk at dawn when he came home
He's his boy, the only one who cares
She wants to hug him and tell him
Where did he go wrong?
what if ???
He wakes up far too suddenly to reality
Her six-and-a-half-year-old boy died '
Every choice counts, I know
Maybe sooner, maybe later
I go to the mirror and say my fear with difficulty
I hope this old man won't be me
Increasingly safe
I'm going to die alone, of course
I'm unsure when it comes to calculating my time over time
I'm starting to get used to the idea
Like none of us
He will not reach the age of three