Translation of the song lyrics Fabrica de sperante - F.Charm, Aris

Fabrica de sperante (original)

— Intr-o tara ca asta, sufli ca-ntr-o lumanare!
— Da' ce-ti inchipui ca-i slujba tarii, un han in care intri cand vrei si iesi
cand ti se nazare?
— Aici nu incape intoarcere pentru nimeni, nu exista decat inainte sau sus!
— Un singur lucru va cer, voi ati adus tara acolo unde este, voi s-o duceti
unde se cuvine sa fie!
Casa mea-i aici, dar ma simt strain
Fratii-s inamici in acelasi camin
Casa mea-i aici, eu stiu de unde vin
Pamantul meu ma striga sa ma raman putin
Strofa 1:
Imi iau inima-n dinti sa n-o ia altii-n picioare
Ca tara asta gri n-a mai vazut de mult soare
Astia mor cu zile ca n-au pile prin spitale
Ca n-au branduri pe toale si lux la picioare
C-am vazut oameni trecuti ce strangeau in palme-o paine
Cu grija zilei de maine ce-si plangeau viata de caine
Toate se platesc cand esti condamnat la viata
Cum orice kil de rosii il platesti la piata
Oare stim ce simte-un om ce-a trecut cu greu prin ani
Ce si-ar lua sfanta reteta sa-i lispsec 50 de bani
Oare-am lua cu dragoste unu din 10 orfani
In loc de mii de euro pe femei si lautari
Se-ntampla adesea nu numai pe cerul meu
Sa ma loveasca ploaia ca sa gust din curcubeu
Asteptam zile mai bune ocolite de finante
Ca viata-i un produs in fabrica de sperante!
Casa mea-i aici, dar ma simt strain
Fratii-s inamici in acelasi camin
Casa mea-i aici, eu stiu de unde vin
Pamantul meu ma striga sa ma raman putin
Strofa 2:
Sub un sacou nou, nu se-ascunde un lingou
Ca daca ai avea putere l-ai face cadou
Ca ce ti-e de prisos tie, face bucurie
Altuia sa puna ceva cald in farfurie
Heyo, am votat pentru o boala
Pentru tratament romanii pleaca-n afara
Intrebati aia de sus oare cat o sa mai tina
Ei raspund… nu suntem noi de vina
In timp ce-un frate cere sange-n disperare
Altii se-nchina la sampanii in pahare
In timp ce tara striga tare cat o tine
La toti copiii ei plecati in tari straine
Noi cei ramasi p-aici, stam inca in picioare
Sa credem baliverne cu ochii-n televizoare
Asteptam zile mai bune ocolite de finante
Ca viata-i un produs in fabrica de sperante
Casa mea-i aici, dar ma simt strain
Fratii-s inamici in acelasi camin
Casa mea-i aici, eu stiu de unde vin
Pamantul meu ma striga sa ma raman putin

(translation)

- In a country like this, you blow like a candle!
- What do you think is the job of the country, an inn where you enter when you want and leave
when do you get nauseous?
- There is no return for anyone here, there is only before or up!
- One thing I ask you, you have brought the country where it is, you go
where it should be!
My house is here, but I feel like a stranger
Brothers are enemies in the same home
My house is here, I know where I come from
My land is calling me to stay a little longer
Verse 1:
I take my heart in my teeth so that no one else can stand it
Like this gray country, he hasn't seen the sun in a long time
They die for days because they have no batteries in hospitals
That they have no brands on their toes and luxury on their feet
I saw past people clutching bread in their palms
With the care of tomorrow they were crying their dog's life
All are paid when you are sentenced to life
Like you pay for a pound of tomatoes at the market
Do we know how a man who has been through the years feels?
What would the holy recipe take to give him 50 money?
Would we love to take one in 10 orphans?
Instead of thousands of euros for women and fiddlers
It often happens not only in my sky
Let the rain hit me to taste the rainbow
We are waiting for better days avoided by finances
That life is a product in the factory of hopes!
My house is here, but I feel like a stranger
Brothers are enemies in the same home
My house is here, I know where I come from
My land is calling me to stay a little longer
Verse 2:
Under a new jacket, no ingot is hidden
As if you had the power to give it away
Like what is superfluous to you, rejoice
Put someone else hot on the plate
Heyo, I voted for a disease
Romanians go abroad for treatment
Ask the above how long it will last
They answer, "It's not our fault."
While a brother asks for blood in despair
Others worship champagne in glasses
While the country shouts loudly
To all her children who went abroad
The rest of us are still standing
Let's face it - most people don't care
We are waiting for better days avoided by finances
That life is a product in the factory of hope
My house is here, but I feel like a stranger
Brothers are enemies in the same home
My house is here, I know where I come from
My land is calling me to stay a little longer