Ploaia care va veni [English translation]

I’m a young fellow who believes in justice,

My eyes are black but my hands are clean,

I love the long locks and I love the rain and the shirts with flowers on them

I don’t fight back when I’m being called names.

An insignificant thing can give me hope

I take a bow and I weigh what’s holy and what’s ephemeral.

It’s weighing upon us everywhere

The fear of sincerity...

But how many times, my friends, have we smiled sadly

When our hopes seemed deceitful.

When dishonesty and stupidity were hiding their luck in the pits,

And how many times, my friends, have we played their games?

We’re tired of words, of cheap books and of blockbusters

With femmes fatales, with kings and corpses, with so called stars.

The rain that’s coming

Will wash everything away.

We’re sick and tired of marches, of trombones and presents,

Of blazons and canons and traditions

Because money and stupidity are deadly dangers.

The circus of life made us make deadly leaps

Above our flowers the poisonous mushroom is calling for death to come

Blue birds are falling from the sky and still it’s not too late.

The rain that’s coming

Will wash everything away

Let’s try to build

A city with no sinners in it.

The rain that’s coming

Will wash everything away.

The rain that’s coming

Will wash everything away.