English version
I was in your hand a rare toy
when you looked at me as the lucky boy ,
And you took me on waves of lies
without a remorse, perfect your disguise …
You stole my moments, words and mystery,
looking like a skilled knight so tenderly,
But you lost the beauty in the morning dew
and you’ll never know the flower that grew…!!
R.B,
Romanian version
Am fost in mana ta o jucarie rara
cand m-ai privit simtit-ai o noua primavara
Si m-ai dus pe valuri, pe unde de minciuni
fara o remuscare, un vis intre taciuni…
Mi-ai furat clipite, cuvinte si mister,
parand un print in ceata, un abil cavaler,
Si ai calcat cuvantul cel dulce si curat
patandu-ti alba fata de cel mai greu pacat…
Si-acum mai vrei minute si soare, si comori,
nu se va-ntoarce roua din zilele cu nori…!!
R.B.
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Not just food! 