copilule strain, al nu stiu cui,
strange child, of noone i know,
copilule intilnit pur si simplu pe strada,
child met simply on the street,
de ce plingi cu atita putere?
why do you cry with so much power?
lacrimile tale imi destrama inima
your tears are crumbling my heart
ca acidul sulfuric, ca disperarea.
like the sulfuric acid, like the despair.
nu-ti varsa toate lacrimile,
don't spill all your tears,
vei avea nevoie si mai tirziu.
you'll need them later also.
pastreaza-ti o lacrima pentru prima iubire,
keep a tear for your first love,
una pentru intiia infringere,
one for the first defeat,
alta pentru intiiele nedreptati...
another for the first unjustices...
calculeaza probabilitatea
calculate the probability
a toate ce ti s-ar putea intimpla
of all that might happen to you
si pune cite-o lacrima deoparte.
and put away for each one tear.
vei vedea ce putin plins iti va ramine
you'll see how less cry it will remain to you
pentru ora aceasta-ntristata,
for this sad hour,
ti se va reaminti risul, surisul,
it will be reminded to you the laugh, the smile,
otelindu-te intr-o hiperputere
steeling you in a hyperpower
nici intr-un fel aparata
in no way defended
de virstele tale viitoare, distincte,
of your future ages, single,
trepte-ntr-o ciorba numita viata
steps in a soup called life
pe care ai s-o gusti,
which you'll taste,
ai s-o digeri
you'll digest
sau ai s-o lasi neterminata,
or you'll let it unfinished,
in orice caz compozitia ei
in any case her composition
n-ai s-o intelegi niciodata...
you'll never understand...