Copilul și Durerea [English translation]

The child and the Suffering are intertwined,

Only his eyes are still breathing and serene,

Even the disease doesn’t know anymore if it has finished with him :

He could be an angel…but I’ve also tore off his soul.

But look how suddenly Morphine flows into him :

- Dear friend, Morphine of mine,

Take me to the castle, take me to the castle, take me to the castle…

The wind races with me to the castle,

My God, give a new pill, so that it rains !

The sun opens me the door towards him,

My God, give a bad pill, so that he stays!

Look, a princess comes to take me away

- Mummy I’m going to play with her,

Daddy, I will bring her a star.

Oh yes, but what is happening?

The wind has calmed down,

The sun has disappeared

The disease has embraced me

I’m dreaming...

I beg you, don’t take away my Princess

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel.*

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel.

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel,

And let him be an angel …

(Children’s choir:)

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel.

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel,

And let him be an angel …

A girl dressed in white

moves towards the bed

She takes him with her, his hand in hers

She caresses his head.

Suddenly a breeze slowly refreshes his hand,

and a needle pricked him, and she flows easily (through her veins)

- Dear friend, Morphine of mine,

Take me to the castle, take me to the castle, take me to the castle…

I want to stay here, my Princess

So that we can play and so that I can bring you a star

So that we can hide in the big castle

So that the sun and the wind can control the Earth

And so that you’ll wear my star on your forehead

So that we’ll ride on a little horse

and fly with him up to the sky.

Princess, life is giving up on me

Please hold me back here

Please hold me back here

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming…

I beg you, don’t take away my Princess

(Children’s choir:)

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel.

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel,

And let him be an angel …

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might dream about

And let him be an angel…

Oh God, my Lord, give him back the princess

Give him everything he might…dream about

• Artist:Vama Veche