Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daca ai vrea, artist - Ducu Bertzi. Album song Dor de duca, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 09.12.2013
Record label: Red Clover Media
Song language: Romanian
Daca ai vrea(original) |
N-ai vrea sa vezi padurea cum freamata si nici |
N-ai vrea s-aducem campul cu-n brat de flori aici |
Sa nu mai stam zadarnic tristete langa geam |
Cand ne-ar fi drag sub cerul adanc ca un ocean |
Si-n loc sa fim pe campul adevarat strain |
Dac-am deshide toate ferestrele putin |
Noi am putea iubito vazand copacii stinsi |
Ca nimeni nu se-ntreaba de ce rasari aci |
Si am invatat pe nume atat de mult flori |
Ca am ramane-n urma cu mii de carti datori |
Si ne-am simti de-odata cu mine calzi si goi |
Mai mult, nu ne-am intoarce privirile 'napoi |
Sau am putea sa facem cu degetele drum |
Cand am avea atatea de invatat acum |
Si-am fi 'nteles ce-i campul intins si neumblat. |
In loc sa stam la geamuri cu mainile sub cap |
N-ai vrea sa stim iubito si noi de cate ori |
Pe unde trec poetii rasar in urma flori |
N-ai vrea sa vezi padurea cum freamata si nici |
N-ai vrea s-aducem campul cu-n brat de flori aici |
N-ai vrea sa vezi padurea cum freamata si nici |
N-ai vrea s-aducem campul cu-n brat de flori aici |
(translation) |
You don't want to see the forest tremble or not |
You wouldn't want us to bring a field of flowers here |
Let's not sit sadly by the window in vain |
When we would be loved under the deep sky like an ocean |
And instead of being in the real foreign field |
If we open all the windows a little |
We could love seeing the extinct trees |
No one is wondering why you get up here |
And I learned so much about flowers |
That we would be left with thousands of books in debt |
And we would feel warm and naked with me |
Moreover, we would not look back |
Or we could do it with our fingers |
When we have so much to learn now |
And we would have understood what a wide and unpaved field it is. |
Instead of sitting at the windows with our hands under our heads |
You don't want us to know, honey, how many times |
Where the poets pass, the sun rises behind the flowers |
You don't want to see the forest tremble or not |
You wouldn't want us to bring a field of flowers here |
You don't want to see the forest tremble or not |
You wouldn't want us to bring a field of flowers here |