The fucking song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5JyTypuSis
E liniște în codrul verde și în satul meu
Dar tata-i dus de multă vreme și-l aștept mereu
Tăticul meu e la război, de când aveam un an sau doi
Și n-a mai venit înapoi, tăticul meu
Tăticul meu e la război, de când aveam un an sau doi
Și n-a mai venit înapoi, tăticul me
(It's silence in the green forest and in my village
But father is gone from a long time and I'm waiting for him
My dear father is at the war,since I was one or maybe two
And he have never come back,my dear father
My dear father is at the war,since I was one or maybe two
And he have neer come back,my dear father)
You were scared.You were alone,and he promised he'll come back.He did,and you knew that,with all his heart,he wanted to come back,he wanted to be there,near you.You had a child with that man,and you loved him dearly.You wanted to see his beautiful eyes again,his hands again around your waist,his lips again on your lips,you missed him.You wanted to know about him,if he is fine,if he is hungry,and you decided to look for him
Și s-o dus mama să-l cate, măiculița mea
Peste dealuri peste sate, măiculița mea
Și-o ajuns în Munții Tatra
Și-o văzut casca lu' tata
Și-o văzut casca lu' tata, măiculița mea
Când o luat casca în mână
O văzut Stema Română
O văzut Stema Română, măiculița mea
(And mother want to look for him,my dear mother
Behind hills,behind villages,my dear mother
And she went in the Tatra mountains
And she saw my father's helmet
And she saw my father's helmet,my dear mother.
When sh took the helmet in her hand
She saw the Romanian emblem
She saw the Romanian emblem,my dear mother)
You left the child to his grandparents and decided to follow your husband.You struggled and a friend of Vladimir,Iovan(Serbia),told you he saw him the last time in Slovacia.You ran there,you spend almost all your money,just to find him.
And you didn't.Not because he wasn't there.but because he wasn't alive anymore.He failed to keep his promise.He failed to return.He failed to come back and see his child growing up,to see his wife.Not for you,but for the child,that poor child,that now had to grow without his father,without someone to protect him,without someone to help him.Because you were a weak woman,a poor woman that wanted nothing more than people around you to be happy.
The civilians burried teh soldiers and put their things near the tomb.Between all of them,one had a helmet on the cross.It was a helmet that had,in the right part,a white,little eagle,.It was the eagle to represent the Latin roots of your husband,and the glory he should have returned in.
Și mama plânge în năframă, de atunci mereu
Și din durerea ei de mamă, am crescut și eu
Cand ar și samăn pe ogor, sacară și cu grâușor
Îmi arde inima de dor, tăticul meu
Când ar și samăn pe obor, sacară și cu grâușor
Îmi arde inima de dor, tăticul meu
(And mom cries in her kerchief,since then till now
And from her pain of a mother,I grew up
When I plough and sow the ground,with rye and wheat
My heart burns because I miss him,my dear father
When I plugh and sow the ground,with rye and wheat
My heart burns because I miss him,my dear father)
You came back.Back in Romania,in the country you hated.You hated because of the war.Such a fool nation,helping everyon,germans and russins,everyone that cried for help.But now,there was no one to help you.No one to help you grow the little piece of flesh that you had.
As time passed,you managed to make your child one of the best people of the village.You told him about his father,his handsome,powerful father,that had to submit to the will of war.And he looked,with his big,red eyes,and wouldn't unedrstand,because he was little when the war started,he can't understand why his father had to go,and he won't understand why he hadn't returned.
Să vie tata și să vadă, câte s-au făcut
Pământu-ntreg e o livadă, cum nu s-a știut
Să vadă strugurii din vii și jocul dulce de copii
S-audă tril de ciocârlii, tăticul meu
Tăticule unde-ai rămas, pe drum de gloanțe la popas
Că n-ai mai venit până azi, tăticul meu
(My father to come home and to see,how much was done
The whole land is an orchard,unseen till now
To see the grapes of the vineyard and the sweet game of teh children
To hear the song of the larks,my dear father
Father,where have you remained,on a bulled road to rest
That you didn't come back till today,my dear father.
And now,after a long,tiresome life,you could meet,without regrets,your husband.
