Translation of the song lyrics Suflet fara chei - Ducu Bertzi

Suflet fara chei (original)

Trece toamna, iarna, vara si in inimi urca seara
Vantul canta in nestire peste glezna ta subtire
Palma mea in rugaciune peste sanii tai apune
Si visez ca esti aieve vas de aur plin cu seve
Cand de fapt esti amintire, tu si glezna ta subtire
Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tine nu te doare.
Hei, suflet fara chei
Fara porti si fara ziduri,
Lasi in urma numai riduri.
Trupul tau cu gust de miere lumineaza-n incapere
Din alt timp din alta viata care se destrama-n ceata
Doar la mine in cuvinte doarme coapsa ta fierbinte
Doar in cantec te mai am, mar aprins lucind in ram
Si mi-e dor si mi-e pustiu si ma-ntreb daca sunt viu
Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tine nu te doare.
Vine vara, iarna vine, numai tu nu vii la mine
Trupul tau ca o vapaie nu-mi mai intra in odaie
Steaua-mi bate in fereastra unde-i umbra ta albastra
Unde-s pasii tai cei dragi, sanii mirosind a fragi
Si mi-e frig si mi-e amar si ma chinui in zadar
Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tЇne nu te doare.

Suflet fara chei (translation)

It passes autumn, winter, summer and in the hearts it rises in the evening
The wind blows unconsciously over your thin ankle
My palm in prayer over your breasts sets
And I dreamed that you were a golden vessel full of sap
When in fact you are a memory, you and your ankle thin
Woe to me, my string dies and it doesn't hurt you.
Hey, soul without a key
No gates and no walls,
Leave only wrinkles behind.
Your honey-flavored body shines in the room
From another time from another life that is falling apart in the fog
Only with me in words does your hot thigh sleep
I only have you in the song, bright apple shining in the frame
And I miss him and I'm deserted and I wonder if I'm alive
Woe to me, my string dies and it doesn't hurt you.
Summer is coming, winter is coming, only you don't come to me
Your burning body no longer enters my room
My star is knocking on the window where your blue shadow is
Where are your dear steps, breasts smelling of strawberries
And I'm cold and I'm bitter and I'm tormented in vain
Woe to me, my strings die and you don't hurt.