Ducu Bertzi — Suflet fara chei song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Suflet fara chei" by Ducu Bertzi.
Lyrics
Trece toamna, iarna, vara si in inimi urca seara
Vantul canta in nestire peste glezna ta subtire
Palma mea in rugaciune peste sanii tai apune
Si visez ca esti aieve vas de aur plin cu seve
Cand de fapt esti amintire, tu si glezna ta subtire
Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tine nu te doare.
Hei, suflet fara chei
Fara porti si fara ziduri,
Lasi in urma numai riduri.
Trupul tau cu gust de miere lumineaza-n incapere
Din alt timp din alta viata care se destrama-n ceata
Doar la mine in cuvinte doarme coapsa ta fierbinte
Doar in cantec te mai am, mar aprins lucind in ram
Si mi-e dor si mi-e pustiu si ma-ntreb daca sunt viu
Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tine nu te doare.
Vine vara, iarna vine, numai tu nu vii la mine
Trupul tau ca o vapaie nu-mi mai intra in odaie
Steaua-mi bate in fereastra unde-i umbra ta albastra
Unde-s pasii tai cei dragi, sanii mirosind a fragi
Si mi-e frig si mi-e amar si ma chinui in zadar
Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tЇne nu te doare.
Lyrics translation
It passes autumn, winter, summer and in hearts climbs in the evening
The wind is singing over your thin ankle
My palm in prayer over your breasts sets
And I dream that you are Aleve golden vessel full of SAP
When you're actually a memory, you and your thin ankle
Hand alas, my turn dies and you do not hurt.
Hey, Soul without keys
No gates and no walls,
You leave behind only wrinkles.
Your honey-flavored body glows in the room
From another time from another life falling apart
Only to me in words sleeps your hot thigh
Only in song I have you, bright apple shining in ram
And I miss and I'm deserted and I wonder if I'm alive
Hand alas, my turn dies and you do not hurt.
Summer comes, winter comes, only you do not come to me
Your body like a boat won't enter my room
The star beats me in the window where your blue shadow is
Where are your beloved steps, your breasts smelling like strawberries
And I'm cold and I'm bitter and I'm struggling in vain
My hand, my hand dies and my hand does not hurt.