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Hainele mele (English translation)

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English translation

My clothes

Miss Mary:
 
Poor or rich
Few are people among people
Cottage or palace
The same blood, different clothes
 
But only you know, mama
What armor I wear under my skin
When the way is hard, mama
I become a beast among the stars
But only you know, mama
What person my clothes hide
When the way is hard, mama
Leave the world to pull them off
 
F.Charm:
 
Whether you have a Ferrari or a Logan, you breathe the same air
Having not even one cent in your pocket doesn't make you a fool
Because you wear the same clothes, as much as the day is long
Because you have gold bracelets and striped pants
Equal from birth, leave in knowledge
Some grow up well--and assume the facts
After all, it's a circus of animals
Some are predators, others are real victims
The some blood under different clothes
With other secret nasty thoughts
And don't ever think of yourself as more than you truly are
Because you'll become less in the eyes of the world in which you live
I'm not like the church door, but I believe in it
Because I found my peace when my cross was heavier
I take my coat off alone, you undress me of my skin
To see the bad person spoken of by bad mouths
 
Miss Mary:
 
Poor or rich
Few are people among people
Cottage or palace
The same blood, different clothes
 
But only you know, mama
What armor I wear under my skin
When the way is hard, mama
I become a beast among the stars
But only you know, mama
What person my clothes hide
When the way is hard, mama
Leave the world to pull them off
 
F.Charm:
 
I grew eyes in my back, I live in Romania
Where man is wolf with people to defend their slice
But it's not their fault that life made them theives
That they blame themselves alone in vans with 4 wheels
I hear another one, I don't have a price, I'm not selling myself
It's better to stay quiet, we are all only a water and an earth
They hide under their eyelids with eyes which would do bad
Because this is how a weak-kneed man is, he would sell them to God
Clothes change our faces, our faces label us
They attract luxury rags in the back, on the back seat
It's clear that you are poor, stuck when you ride your bicycle
And it became a shame to drink water from the tap
The character of man can be seen from a distance
It's God's honey when people feel safe
As for me, I am here, black sheep in the crowd
Undress yourself of your character so that you can know me better
 
Miss Mary:
 
Poor or rich
Few are people among people
Cottage or palace
The same blood, different clothes
 
But only you know, mama
What armor I wear under my skin
When the way is hard, mama
I become a beast among the stars
But only you know, mama
What person my clothes hide
When the way is hard, mama
Leave the world to pull them off
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!
Submitted by Eggplant the Kind on Sun, 18/02/2018 - 16:41
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Radu Robert    Sun, 25/02/2018 - 18:11

From all my heart friend, ..you really deserve it ..your text interpretation is priceless ..and i just now seen on your profile you're native English and studied Romanian so once again congrats and keep it up1! And if ever need help just pm ... i'll gladly help you ..