Florin Chilian "Porunca 5 - Cinstește-ți părinții! - Fugi!" paroles

Traduction vers: EN

Fugi!
De iubirea ta...
Fugi de tot ce-i curat
in inima ta
fugi de tot ce-i lumina arzanda in privirea ta
fugi acum, dar mereu vei fugi, chiar si de fuga ta...

Lumina..
Inima...
Iubire..
cuvinte rostite mereu cu-ndreptatita uimire...
ne-intrebam, chiar firesc, ce mai cauta
printre chiar si-asa mult prea plinele file
din dictionarul cuvintelor vietii

ce s-a dat...
ce s-a luat...
cine a pierdut?

poate doar iubirea...
(ce strain si-nghetat cuvant...)
poate doar menirea luminii de a fi inima de om
(hai ca asta-i chiar culmea... aloooo)
ca in rest suntem la fel de bogati si saraci amandoi...

dar sa fii copil, crescut
si nu in iubire
ci doar in teama oamenilor mari de-a nu avea un tel in iata
si sa ajungi la fel ca ei
doar pentru ca iubesti atat de mult pe zeii morti:
Lumina..
Inima...
Iubirea..

de ce trebuie strivit sub picior?
tot ce-i curat, frumos si bun in noi
toate acestea nu se vad le porti in suflet
si calcandu-l nu ai cum s-ajungi mai sus...
tot potopul de cuvinte cate-au mai ramas de spus...
prea bine-l stim...

tot ce fac, tot ce sunt acum
sunt doar lumina din privirea ta
si dac-auzi chitara mea plangand acum
e stralucirea lacrimii ascunse in inima ta
si de m-auzi cantand cuvinte cu chitara mea
e doar puterea ce mi-o dai cu viata ta

Run!
From your love...
Run from everything that's pure
in your heart
run from everything that's burning light in your look
run now, but you'll always run, even from your running...

Light...
Heart...
Love...
Words always spoken with rightful amazement...
we ask ourselves, quite naturally, what they're doing
through even so the much too full pages
from the dictionary of life's words

what was given...
what was taken...
who lost?

maybe just love...
(what a foreign and frozen word...)
maybe just love's mission to be a human heart
(come on, this is too much... hello)
as for the rest, we are each as rich and poor as the other...

but to be a child, raised
and not in love
but only in the grown-ups' fear of not having a goal in life
and to end up like them
just because you love the dead gods so much:
Light...
Heart...
Love...

why must it be crushed under the foot?
everything that's pure, beautiful and good inside us
all these you can't see, you carry them in your soul
and by stepping on it you can't reach higher...
the whole deluge of words left to be said...
we know it too well...

everything I do, everything I am right now
I am just the light in your look
and if you hear my guitar crying now
it's the brightness of the tear hidden in your heart
and if you hear me singing words with my guitar
it's only the love you give me with your life