Timpul (Time)

English

Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
 
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
 
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
 
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
 
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
 
Submitted by max_gontar on Sun, 16/01/2011 - 11:50
Last edited by Fary on Tue, 05/01/2016 - 19:55
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Romanian translation

Timpul

Repede repede ticăie zilele serile nopţile
Unde sunt unde sunt duse sunt dragele fragede vieţile
Şi-astepţi şi te minţi că vine din sfinţi poate poate
Vreun mîntuitor un drum salvator să-ţi arate
 
Ostenit de-aşteptare tolănit stai sub soare ori acasă ploaia priveşti
Tînăr eşti viaţa-i lungă musai timpul s-ajungă poţi chiar să-l iroseşti
Şi-ntr-o zi înţelegi c-au trecut ani intregi au zburat
Iar tu n-ai prins de ştire cel semnal de pornire cînd s-a dat
 
Şi tot fugi şi tot fugi soarele să-l ajungi dai din coate
Pînă el rotocol vine-n locul tău gol dar din spate
Relativ postulat soarele nu-i schimbat tu eşti foarte
Ramolit te trezeşti gîfîi rău şi păşeşti întru moarte
 
Iară an după an timpul tot mai viclean se scurtează
Planuri faci în zadar viaţa ta nici măcar nu contează
Îngroparea de vii este modul de-a fi la noi cei din abis
Timpul uite s-a scurs dar gîndeam pe parcurs
Că mai am încă ceva de zis
 
Submitted by tsitpirc on Sat, 30/10/2010 - 10:46
Last edited by tsitpirc on Tue, 27/10/2015 - 07:07
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Translated by Paul Abucean
Indivizi care îşi revendică FRAUDULOS munca traducătorului: MAIA MARTIN, ION CHIRIAC, GELU CHIRIAC, Indivizi care pîngăresc, tîlhăresc şi batjocoresc munca traducătorului: http://scriitoristraini.blogspot.com/2014/06/goerge-gordon-byron-azi-imp... şi http://poetii-nostri.ro/george-gordon-byron-azi-implinesc-36-de-ani-poez... plus obligatoriul www.universulromanesc.ro
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Fary     January 5th, 2016

A missing verse has been added to the original lyrics, so could you translate that too?