YOU LOST THE DOVE…

YOU LOST THE DOVE..

How to believe again
in the lost gold
When I see a prince of glass
in the voice of old …

Oh, don’t call me to see you
full of beauty,
All you wanted was stunning,
divine scents …

But, oh you can’t my love,
yours it’s all the guilt, I have to say,
when the pigeons flew
through the beauty of the day …!!

AI LASAT PORUMBEII SA ZBOARE..

Cum sa mai cred iubite
in aurul pierdut
Cand vad un print de sticla
in glasul de demult…

O, nu ma chema spre zari
de frumsete pline,
Tot ce doresti e steaua,
miresmele divine…

Dar, oh nu poti iubite,
a ta-i negreala vinei
Cand au zburat porumbeii
prin dulceata zilei …!!

R.B.

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