Drumuri de noroi [English translation]

Only sometimes in the threshold of the dusk

Those who are passing him by stop their way

The night is too short while the way is too long

For a pawn who is rotating in the fume

Only sometimes in the threshold of the dusk

It doesn't matter anylonger how tired you are

Unconcernedly he beholds his way

The pawn is running like a fool.

I am not standing anymore in front of the mirror

I don't hear anything in it(=the mirror)

In the mute nonentity I catch just shadows

What they lie to me in their deafness,

Hard hours will come and under the rain

They will wet me a season

Roads of mud

Hard hours

Hard hours will come

Hard hours under the rain

Roads of mud