So much longing springs from my soul, that people ask me when did the river near my house appeared… So much desire crosses me from depths that people ask me how come I have two suns in my sky. So much patience I separated from among the autumn leafs that people ask me when did so many trees grew around me. I miss you. Miss you so much. Simple. Not complicated.
You know, and I know. My leafs are still green, are alive. Are waiting for you.
The water cleans everything on its way, so I didn’t spring a river called your name out of my longing to you, for nothing. Animals are coming, adapt to him. Birds are coming to sing. The wolves are also coming, but they already understood the message, so they stay away. The love light keeps them away.
The snails are coming from so far away to the river that whispers your name. And they come fast because there is no time left. They run along with the others to sip from the cold crystal. It’s clear it’s pure, and it’s full of morning dew when the pink roses let themselves to be torn by the teeth between the layers that the guards are guarding in mystery. They are also full of you and me.
I feel good in their pink. I feel good in your arms. I feel good to know you feel good. Today the wind talk to me like never before. Was looking after me all over the city until I was found. A whirlwind of leafs, baked in my hot love, rises up and tried to keep my path. Whistle helpless because it didn’t get any of my attention. It mussed my hair, hostile my dress’s fringe and the sheets written for you, were taken up. Then I understood. I listened. It whispered
that the time comes. Said that you come. That you think about me, that the patience time ended. That I have all the time in the world with you next to me, and that the people should wake up. It’s the last warning. I believed it on parole. I know how many people are asleep; I know how many people are not alive. And I left my goodness, love and faith at the gate between the worlds, to keep it ajar; I know that you come, so I wait for you. Simple…and I already see you…how much I missed you, dear soul! So much that a river springs very near my house. And it’s called your name...
Izvoraste atat dor din sufletul meu incat oamenii incep sa ma intrebe cand a aparut raul de langa casa mea...
You know, and I know. My leafs are still green, are alive. Are waiting for you.
The water cleans everything on its way, so I didn’t spring a river called your name out of my longing to you, for nothing. Animals are coming, adapt to him. Birds are coming to sing. The wolves are also coming, but they already understood the message, so they stay away. The love light keeps them away.
The snails are coming from so far away to the river that whispers your name. And they come fast because there is no time left. They run along with the others to sip from the cold crystal. It’s clear it’s pure, and it’s full of morning dew when the pink roses let themselves to be torn by the teeth between the layers that the guards are guarding in mystery. They are also full of you and me.
I feel good in their pink. I feel good in your arms. I feel good to know you feel good. Today the wind talk to me like never before. Was looking after me all over the city until I was found. A whirlwind of leafs, baked in my hot love, rises up and tried to keep my path. Whistle helpless because it didn’t get any of my attention. It mussed my hair, hostile my dress’s fringe and the sheets written for you, were taken up. Then I understood. I listened. It whispered
that the time comes. Said that you come. That you think about me, that the patience time ended. That I have all the time in the world with you next to me, and that the people should wake up. It’s the last warning. I believed it on parole. I know how many people are asleep; I know how many people are not alive. And I left my goodness, love and faith at the gate between the worlds, to keep it ajar; I know that you come, so I wait for you. Simple…and I already see you…how much I missed you, dear soul! So much that a river springs very near my house. And it’s called your name...
Izvoraste atat dor din sufletul meu incat oamenii incep sa ma intrebe cand a aparut raul de langa casa mea...
Atata dorinta ma strabate din strafunduri spre suprafata incat oamenii ma intreaba cum de am doi sori pe cerul meu.
Atata rabdare am rasfirat printre frunzele toamnei incat oamenii ma intreaba cand au crescut atatia copaci in jurul meu.
Mi-e dor de tine... Atat de dor...
Simplu. Necomplicat.
Si stii, si stiu...
Sunt inca verzi frunzele mele, sunt vii. Asteapta. Te asteapta.
Curata apa totul in calea ei, deci nu am izvorat un rau cu numele tau, de dorul tau, degeaba. Vin animale sa se adape la el. Vin pasari ca sa cante. Vin si lupii, dar de acum au inteles mesajul, asa ca stau departe. Lumina iubirii nu-i lasa sa se apropie.
Vin melcii de atat de departe la raul ce-ti sopteste numele. Si vin repede, caci nu mai este timp.
Alearga cu totii sa soarba din clestarul rece. E limpede, e pur, e plin de roua unei dimineti cand trandafirii roz se lasau rupti cu dintii dintre straturile pe care politistii le pazeau in taina.
Sunt plini si ei de mine si de tine. Mi-e bine in rozul lor. Mi-e bine in bratele tale. Mi-e bine stiind ca ti-e bine.
Astazi vantul mi-a vorbit asa cum n-a mai facut-o pana acum.
M-a cautat prin tot orasul pana m-a gasit. Un vartej de frunze coapte la iubirea mea fierbinte se ridica si incerca sa-mi tina calea. Vajaia nepuntincios caci nu-l bagam in seama. Mi-a zapacit parul, franjurile rochiei le-a invrajbit si foile scrise pentru tine mi le-a luat pe sus... Atunci am inteles. L-am ascultat...
Soptea ca se apropie timpul. Spunea ca vii. Ca te gandesti la mine, ca vremea rabdarii s-a incheiat... Ca am tot timpul din lume cu tine langa mine si ca oamenii ar fi mai bine sa se trezeasca. E ultimul avertisment...
L-am crezut pe cuvant. Stiu cata lume doarme, stiu cati oameni inca nu traiesc...
Si mi-am lasat bunatatea, iubirea si credinta la poarta dintre lumi sa o tina intredeschisa. Stiu ca tu vii, asa ca te astept. Simplu... Si te vad deja... Ce dor mi-a fost de tine, suflet drag! De atat dor mi-a rasarit un rau chiar langa casa... Si poarta numele tau...
