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To Vanessa - I Love You

When you entered my life
I would have liked to turn back
But its never the less true today
You are my most beautiful love story
 
And you truly are the only one
That I am sure to always love
Even when you make me yell
I will keep my love for you
 
You'll mope and grumble
You'll sulk for eight days
You will lie to me without shame
And me, I will love you still
 
You'll want to leave far from me
Saying that I lack humor
That I'm an old buzzkill
I will still keep my love for you
 
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Deep in my heart, I love you
 
You will talk of your achievements
The men who will court you
But I will console your failures
And then, I'll will love you still
 
You will have tears and sorrows
And I will come to your aid
You will say that I don't understand anything
And I will still keep my love for you
 
You won't dare to speak to me
You will have tricks and turns
To hide us from the truths
But me, I will love you still
 
My life, soon you will be 20
And you will believe that I am deaf
But you will see with time
We will speak again of love
 
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Deep in my heart, I love you
 
I love you, I love you!
 

Talk to me

I don't know anymore how to tell you and I can't find the words anymore
the words that made you laugh, and the words that you used to find beautiful
a lot of times I wanted to write it down for you, and a lot of times I hunched my back (I hesitated from writing)
and in order to relive our memories, I even brushed against your skin
 
oh tell me, look at me
I don't know anymore how to love you, nor how to keep you
talk to me, yes, talk to me
I don't know anymore why do I love you, nor why should we continue
you are here, but you're so far away from me
 
I don't know anymore how to chase this love which isn't there anymore
I don't know anything anymore except suffering, suffering as much as I believed
but I know that I have to survive and to take one more step
to finally end the drift of the moments that are lost forever
 
oh, tell me, look at me
I don't know anymore how to love you, nor how to keep you
oh, tell me, look at me
There is the life we ​​dreamed of, the one that began
oh, talk to me, talk to me
I don't know anymore why I love you, nor how to continue
oh tell me, oh, tell me
tell me if everything has ended, if I need to go away
oh, talk to me, talk to me, look at me
look at me, look at me, look at me
 
talk to me
 

Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc!

Așa cum vântul ce se ridică flutură steagurile,
Deschide ferestrele, dă jos pălăriile,
Așa cum o furtună întoarce bărcile din drum
Și face capetele să se rotească, și doboară eroii,
Vântul a suflat peste tot, a schimbat tot în locul meu
Și m-a răsturnat, m-a făcut să cad în mrejele iubirii!
 
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc, n-am vrut asta,
Nici atâta durere, atâtea neînțelegeri!
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc pe tine, care iubești deja!
Eu, eu te iubesc oricum, nu mi-am dorit-o.
 
Așa cum, în calea ei, tornada mătură totul,
Fără să-i pese de nimic, fără să-i pese de noi,
Iar iubirea n-are legătură cu castelele, care-s distruse,
Cupidon e un trădător care nu știe nicio lege.
Vântul a suflat atât de tare, încât a răscolit totul
Și m-a făcut să cad, a dat totul peste cap.
 
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc! Nu, n-am ales eu
Nici legăturile, nici lanțurile ce mă leagă de viața ta.
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc! E o grea povară
Această pasiune, care te lasă rece și surdă.
 
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc!
Dar e ca un soare ce-mi arde ochii.
Nici ploile cerului nu astâmpără focul.
Sunt ca o pasăre: prind altitudine
Și zbor prea sus, zbor, dar mă clatin.
 
Vântul a suflat atât de tare, încât a răscolit totul,
Și m-a răsturnat, și m-a bulversat.
 
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc! Dă-mi o șansă!
Nu vezi durerea mea, vulcanul unde dansez?
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc! Privește-mă, înțelege
Că am umăr de stejar, dar inima îmi sângerează!
Iartă-mă dacă te iubesc,
Dacă te iubesc, dacă te iubesc, dacă te iubesc!
 

Wind

Summer-wind, brought colours under a blue sky
When in the evening, in between young love, you still were there
You who mumbled in a dark corner 'she loves you'
 
I believed in it and got disappointed, where are you now?
You leave me alone dying from love, tell me, what are you doing?
Autumn-wind you blew the leafs from the branch
 
Wind, you take away every season, but tonight I won't play anymore
Wind, you make kites fly, then make them fall down
Wind I hate you, I despise you, you put out the sun in my soul
Also break the wings of my time, then disappear, where are you going?
 
Winter-wind, you cover colours and my blue sky
When in the morning, in between torment and pain, you are always here
You who makes me hope that in spring she will love me
 
I won't fall for it and go back to life, stronger than ever
I try everything to make it stop, you will see
From a black crow I will turn into a seagull
 
Wind, no, I will not indulge you, this time you won't push me down
I will send the kite higher until it's not seen anymore
Wind, you will eat from my hand like a tired sparrow and then
We will fly together slowly, until finding her
 
Wind, Wind, Wind, Wind
 

Beautiful

So beautiful you could write inkpots dry
So beautiful you couldn't find a single word to describe it,
the birds would be left speechless, and the most skilled barrister1 too
your reflection in the water would be angered of being a mere echo.
 
Beautiful as an ocean setting down, as a shard of crystal
that would splash white light on hatred and evil alike,
enough to turn blue mirrors and pictures in drawers.
Beautiful enough to make concrete cities feel emotional.
 
So beautiful you hardly dare talk to her
or even get near her,
as if it were a mortal sin
to come close to such a pretty beauty!
But she doesn't notice me...
And yet I already know
she's the one and I'm the one!
 
Beautiful, please tell me what to do for her to see me at last?
Should she go, I'll die.
 
Beautiful, so beautuful I would wear down all paintbrushes
trying to draw in watercolour
your infinite beauty,
I would wallow in despair for being unable to tell
what your beauty looks like without somewhat betraying it.
 
So beautiful you could mellow the heart of tyrans and torturers,
drive away our demons and fears, burn flags.
So beautiful you'd make bugles and drums go quiet
and give back hope to love outcasts.
 
So beautiful you hardly dare talk to her
or even get near her,
as if it were a mortal sin
to come close to such a pretty beauty!
But she doesn't notice me...
And yet I already know
she's the one and I'm the one!
 
Beautiful, please tell me what to do for her to see me at last?
Should she go, I'll die.
 

• 1. lit. 'law court tenors', a common way of naming skilled barristers