Sper ca n-o sa fiu eu - Bitza

Dintre multe belele la fel de rele-ntre ele

Un singur gand incepe sa ma sperie

O sa-nceapa la un moment dat, dintr-un pat

Sa se scoale un batran uzat

O sa mearga la oglinda jegoasa, murdara, intr-o doara

Cu gandul pervers ca isi doreste sa moara

Izolat si uitat de toti

Cu pensia de mult bagata-n vene de nepoti

Ziua altadata plina

Ingheata in linistea deplina

Nu i-a mai ramas decat rutina

Si viata, insa prea putina

A murit in fiecare zi cate putin

Alcoolizat printre sticlele cu vin

Realizand cand e prea tarziu ca e

Din ce in ce mai putin viu

Din ce in ce mai sigur

O sa mor singur, desigur

Sunt nesigur cand vine vorba sa-mi calculez timpul cu timpul

Incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea

Ca nici unul din noi

N-o sa apuce varsta a treia

Sta si plange singur si isi blesteama soarta

Nu-si putea imagina ca se-ntoarce roata

Nu stia de nimeni si blamaratatii

Si a ajuns acum o povara pentru altii

Se intreaba unde a gresit

Ce nu-i bine?

unde s-a pripit?

Rudele mereu fac planuri si-l cheama la masa

El cand moare, lor le ramane o casa

Singurul ce vine si il mai alina

Este cel pe care-l batea fara vina

Rupt de beat in zori cand venea acasa

E baiatul lui, Singurul caruia ii pasa

Vrea sa-l stranga in brate si sa-i povesteasca

Unde a gresit?

ce-ar mai face daca???

Se trezeste mult prea brusc la realitate

I-a murit baiatul de vreo sase ani jumate'

Fiecare alegere conteaza, stiu

Poate mai devreme, poate mai tarziu

Merg pan' la oglina si-mi rostesc teama cu greu

Sper ca acest batran, n-o sa fiu eu

Din ce in ce mai sigur

O sa mor singur, desigur

Sunt nesigur cand vine vorba sa-mi calculez timpul cu timpul

Incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea

Ca nici unul din noi

N-o sa apuce varsta a treia

Of the many troubles just as bad among them

One thought begins to scare me

It will start at some point in a bed

Get up a worn-out old man

He'll go to the filthy, dirty mirror in a hurry

With the perverse thought that he wants to die

Isolated and forgotten by all

With the pension long overdue by his grandchildren

The day was full

It freezes in complete silence

All he had left was the routine

And life, but too little

He died a little every day

Alcoholic among wine bottles

Realizing when it's too late

Less and less alive

Increasingly safe

I'm going to die alone, of course

I'm unsure when it comes to calculating my time over time

I'm starting to get used to the idea

Like none of us

He will not reach the age of three

He sits and cries alone and curses his fate

He couldn't imagine the wheel turning

He didn't know anyone and the blamar

And now it has become a burden to others

He wonders where he went wrong

What's wrong?

where did he hurry?

Relatives always make plans and invite him to dinner

When he dies, they have a home

The only one who comes and soothes him

It's the one he beat without guilt

Broken drunk at dawn when he came home

He's his boy, the only one who cares

She wants to hug him and tell him

Where did he go wrong?

what if ???

He wakes up far too suddenly to reality

Her six-and-a-half-year-old boy died '

Every choice counts, I know

Maybe sooner, maybe later

I go to the mirror and say my fear with difficulty

I hope this old man won't be me

Increasingly safe

I'm going to die alone, of course

I'm unsure when it comes to calculating my time over time

I'm starting to get used to the idea

Like none of us

He will not reach the age of three