Monday, November 17, 2014

No hand to catch

Sfârșit de zi nebuna.
Ma-nvartesc, amețesc, aiuresc.
M-aș fi prins de mana ta
Sa ma duca acasă.
 I was thinking about it,
But You were not here.
No hand to catch,
No lips to touch.
Ah, ce oroare,
Se-agita totu-n jur,
Scot căștile si fug,
La tine-n glas, îți jur.
It's all good now,
The sea is here,
Hearing your voice
Is where I want to be.
Aproape ca ma mângâie un val
Si îmi săruta tampla,
M-arunci in vis de vara,
La scoica mea.

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