Translation of the song lyrics Dor Să Te Ador - Doddy, Lora

Dor Să Te Ador (original)

Si mi-e dor sa te ador
Cand incepe furtuna
Ca nu mi-e totuna
Tu nu mai esti in decor
Si mi-e dor sa te ador
M-ai lasat cu minciuna
Pentru totdeauna
Ai plecat ti-a fost usor

Iar casuta noastra e din nou a mea
Am un sentiment foarte ciudat prin ea
Parca-n orice colt ma uit e cineva
Si peste tot parca vad umbra ta
Iar am obiceiuri, nu le pot schimba
Gandu-mi e la tine, il voi inneca
In paharul asta mi-au ramas toti asii
Decand se pare ca tu vrei doar sa fii sola
Si tot la tine duce busola
Nici macar nu mai stiu cat e ora
Mi-as dori macar s-aud un OLA (OLA)

Si mi-e dor sa te ador
Cand incepe furtuna
Ca nu mi-e totuna
Tu nu mai esti in decor
Si mi-e dor sa te ador
M-ai lasat cu minciuna
Pentru totdeauna
Ai plecat ti-a fost usor

Arde arde arde cand pui paie pe foc
Grade grade grade dar n-am cum sa te scot
Din minte nu pot, nici macar c-un potop
Sa te sting, sa te storc si sa te bag la loc
Fara tine nu sunt eu
Fara tine nu-s acasa chiar daca-s acol' mereu
Unde tin ca la muzeu, Mona Lisa gen trofeu
O poza-n care fericiti eram doar tu si eu
Dar tu vrei sa fii sola
Si tot la tine duce busola
Nici macar nu mai stiu cat e ora
Mi-as dori macar s-aud un OLA (OLA)

Si mi-e dor sa te ador
Cand incepe furtuna
Ca nu mi-e totuna
Tu nu mai esti in decor
Si mi-e dor sa te ador
M-ai lasat cu minciuna
Pentru totdeauna
Ai plecat ti-a fost usor

Dor Să Te Ador (translation)

And oh, how I long to worship you again,
When the tempest rises, thundering overhead,
For it is not the same, this hollow ache within,
Now you are absent from the stage where life once led,
And oh, how I long to worship you again—
You left me, shrouded in the gauze of falsehood,
Eternity now yawns between us,
You slipped away—so easily, as wind through wood.

And now our little house reverts to me alone,
Its air haunted by a queer, estranging sense—
It’s as if in every shadowed corner someone waits,
And everywhere, the ghost of your presence is immense.
Old habits claim me—I am powerless to shed them,
My thoughts, like castaways, drown themselves in you,
In this glass, the last of my aces linger—
Since it seems you wish only to dwell in solitude anew.
Yet still the compass needle veers to where you are,
Even time has slipped from my uncertain grasp;
I’d give all, if just to hear an OLA—one echo from afar.

And oh, how I long to worship you again,
When the tempest rises, thundering overhead,
For it is not the same, this hollow ache within,
Now you are absent from the stage where life once led,
And oh, how I long to worship you again—
You left me, shrouded in the gauze of falsehood,
Eternity now yawns between us,
You slipped away—so easily, as wind through wood.

It blazes, blazes, blazes—when you heap straw upon the fire,
Heat upon heat upon heat—yet I cannot drive you out,
From mind you cannot be exiled, not by storm nor flood entire,
To quench you, to wring you out, to restore my soul’s drought.
Without you, my being is a shadow’s shell,
Without you, home is exile, though I haunt its rooms as well,
Where I guard a relic, as in some museum’s tomb,
A portrait where happiness was only me and you.
But you, you choose solitude’s silent embrace,
Yet the compass ever swings to your secret place,
Even time has slipped from my uncertain grasp;
I’d give all, if just to hear an OLA—one echo from afar.

And oh, how I long to worship you again,
When the tempest rises, thundering overhead,
For it is not the same, this hollow ache within,
Now you are absent from the stage where life once led,
And oh, how I long to worship you again—
You left me, shrouded in the gauze of falsehood,
Eternity now yawns between us,
You slipped away—so easily, as wind through wood.