Translation of the song lyrics Tara Arde - Cabron, Deliric

Tara Arde (original)

Asta-i tara mea, tara lui, tara noastra
Si vreau sa fie tara in care fi-miu sa creasca
Sa-nvete limba, steagu', sa vada meleagu'
Da sa il feresc de cei care dau cu noroi in cadru
Ca e frumos la noi, au spus-o si strainii
Unii zic ca e a lor cand uita ca noi am fost primii
Si-ar trebui sa ii mai amendam
Nu sa ne-aplecam si sa ne prefacem ca ne bucuram
Si ce dracu tot halim la cuburi de zahar?
Zici ca tara asta-i cumparata de vreu «maher»
Si cateodata ma si sperie gandul ca Romania se transforma-ncet in Daniela Crudu
Si-acum are si-o logica forma de peste:
E un peste bolnav care se tot rasuceste
Dar pan' la urma sunt sigur ca se trezeste
Si tot pan' la urma sunt sigur ca reuseste!
Tara arde si n-au niciun gand s-o scape
Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…
Tara plange, de parc-o taie-n jumatate
Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…
Tara arde… aia mari sunt la gratar
Ii pun p-astia mici pe jar, scalda zambete-n pahar
Sorb licoarea din sudoarea si din lacrimile noastre
Oare curge-acelasi sange si prin venele albastre?
Oglinda ti-e patata.
Nu se teme de rasplata?
Mi-ai pus visele in groapa, esti cu mana pe lopata
Stingi lumina de la capat, eu orbecai prin pasaj
Ca tu ai obrazul gros, nu-mi vezi roa de pe-obraji
D-aia-mi promit ca prind curaj, inspre tine sa fac pasi
Ca-s satul de porcii grasi si de-ai lor din anturaj
Ce mi-au lasat tara gaj si-au vandut al meu oras
Ori ajungem toti borfasi, ori te facem sa ne lasi
Ca-s un dac mandru si sunt fiul lu' Traian
Sunt fratele lu' Cuza, Horea, Closca si Crisan
Sunt valah viteaz, sunt var cu Vladimirescu
Sunt Stefan, sunt Mihai, sunt roman, sunt Eminescu
Tara arde si n-au niciun gand s-o scape
Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…
Tara plange, de parc-o taie-n jumatate
Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…
Tara arde si nu arde de la soare
Tara plange si plange doar cand o doare
Si cand o arde vreo unu prost lumea il vede
Da' cand joaca niste teatru bun lumea il crede
Tara moare si nu au nicio solutie
Mai are rost sa facem alta revolutie?
Alta revolutie…
Sa moara lumea fara nicio rezolutie
Tara arde si n-au niciun gand s-o scape
Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…
Tara plange, de parc-o taie-n jumatate
Tu n-auzi, tu nu crezi si oftezi si visezi, nu contezi si nu vezi ca…
Tara arde… arde…arde

Tara Arde (translation)

This is my country, his country, our country
And I want it to be the country where I grew up
To learn the language, the flag, to see the land
Let me protect him from those who get muddy in the frame
That it is beautiful in our country, the foreigners also said
Some say it's theirs when they forget we were the first
We should fine them again
Let's not bend over backwards and pretend we're happy
And what the hell are we doing with sugar cubes?
You say this country is bought by some "maher"
And sometimes I am scared by the thought that Romania is slowly turning into Daniela Crudu
And now it has a logical fish shape:
It's a sick fish that keeps twisting
But in the end, I'm sure he'll wake up
And in the end, I'm sure he'll succeed!
The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping
You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
The country is crying, as if it were cut in half
You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
The country is burning - those big ones are grilled
I put these little ones on the fire, bathe smiles in the glass
I suck the liquor from our sweat and tears
Does the same blood flow through the blue veins?
Your mirror is a potato.
Aren't you afraid of the reward?
You put my dreams in the pit, you're with your hand on the shovel
Turn off the light from the beginning, I blindfolded through the passage
Since you have a thick cheek, you can't see the gnaw on my cheeks
That's why I promise to take courage to take steps towards you
I'm the village of fat pigs and their entourage
What they left my country pledge and they sold my city
Either we all get bored, or we make you leave us
I'm a proud Dacian and I'm Trajan's son
They are Cuza's brother, Horea, Closca and Crisan
I am a brave Wallachian, I am a cousin of Vladimirescu
I'm Stefan, I'm Mihai, I'm Romanian, I'm Eminescu
The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping
You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
The country is crying, as if it were cut in half
You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
The country burns and does not burn from the sun
The country cries and cries only when it hurts
And when a fool burns it, people see it
But when he plays some good theater, people believe him
The country is dying and they have no solution
Does it make sense to make another revolution?
Another revolution
Let the world die without any resolution
The country is burning and they have no intention of escaping
You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
The country is crying, as if it were cut in half
You don't hear, you don't believe and sigh and dream, you don't count and you don't see that
Tara arde… arde… arde