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My Perfect World

It cannot be
I still can’t understand
why did you had to fail
completely destroy what little was in me
after so much love
after so many tears and smiles
that we shared you and me
you didn’t care about all that
about anything
you have left me without your company
you took all my joy
all that’s left is an empty heart
I swear that the cold is killing me
night after night I try to forget
and I promise myself to start again
its not so easy to love again
 
One day at a time
I will have to learn
that things that look like they are yours they are
that love can never be separated from pain
one day at a time
I will understand
at least the reason that lead you to destroy
my perfect world
 
After so much love
after so many tears and smiles
that we shared you and me
you didn’t care about all that
about anything
you have left me without your company
you took all my joy
all that’s left is an empty heart
I swear that the cold is killing me
night after night I try to forget
and I promise myself to start again
it’s not so easy to love again
 
One day at a time
I will have to learn
that things that look like they are yours, are
that love can never be separated from pain
one day at a time
 

Obicei

Astăzi am simţit...
...că memoria nu a părăsit casa
Şi am descoperit...
...că fantoma ta e o ameninţare
Sunt lucruri care dor...
...şi timpul nu trece
Iubirea încă mă arde
La fel ca jarul
 
Ceea ce mă ucide este obiceiul de a te săruta când nu eşti
Ceea ce mă ucide este dorinţa în această singurătate
Ceea ce mă ucide este imaginea ta şi nu o pot nega
Mai vreau o singură dată, doar o singură dată, încă o dată
 
Ceea ce mă ucide este obiceiul de a te săruta când nu eşti
Ceea ce mă ucide este dorinţa în această singurătate
Ceea ce mă ucide este imaginea ta şi nu o pot nega
Mai vreau o singură dată, doar o singură dată, încă o dată
 
E ca şi cafeaua dimineaţa...
...şi tu nu eşti
E ca şi după-amiaza ploioasă şi nu apari
E o întrebare fără răspuns ... de ce ai plecat?
Simt dorinţa că trebuie să te sărut şi nu ştiu ce să fac
 
Jur că doare,...
...absenţa ta doare
Mă întreb doar, dacă încă mă iubeşti
Jur că doare, absenţa ta doare
Întoarce-te pentru că sunt nebun să te văd
 
Ceea ce mă ucide este obiceiul de a te săruta când nu eşti
Ceea ce mă ucide este dorinţa în această singurătate
Ceea ce mă ucide este imaginea ta şi nu o pot nega
Mai vreau o singură dată, doar o singură dată, încă o dată
 
Ceea ce mă ucide este obiceiul de a te săruta când nu eşti
Ceea ce mă ucide este dorinţa în această singurătate
Ceea ce mă ucide este imaginea ta şi nu o pot nega
Mai vreau o singură dată, doar o singură dată, încă o dată...
 

Bad Habit

We have the bad habit of not loving fully
Of not showing what we feel to those who are the closest to
We have the bad habit of missing what we love
Only when we lose it, is when we long for it.
 
We have the bad habit of wasting time
Looking for so many false goals, so many false dreams
We have the bad habit of not appreciating what really matters
And only then do you realize how many things are left over
 
Today I would give you the kisses that sometimes I routinely did not give you
Today I would give you words of love and caresses that I lost
How much do we feel, how much do we not say and with strikes you ask to leave
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you
 
Today I would give you the kisses that sometimes I routinely did not give you
Today I would give you words of love and caresses that I lost
How much do we feel, how much do we not say and with strikes you ask to leave
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you
 
We have the bad habit of looking for excuses
To not undress the soul and not accept guilt
We have the bad habit of not appreciating what really matters
And only then do you realize how many things are left over
 
Today I would give you the kisses that sometimes I routinely did not give you
Today I would give you words of love and caresses that I lost
How much do we feel, how much do we not say and with strikes you ask to leave
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you
 
Today I would give you the kisses that sometimes I routinely did not give you
Today I would give you words of love and caresses that I lost
How much do we feel, how much do we not say and with strikes you ask to leave
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you
 
We have the bad habit