Dimineata ma veti gasi plutind pe nori…
vor fi nori albi, de neinteles, ca fetele voastre pale.
sau ploiosi si grei, ca niste ochi de necunoscuti.
Poate vor fi aruncati pe panza ca niste intrebari
ce sterg cerul una cate una, in cautarea mea.
tin sa cred ca va fi senin, ca inima mea…
iar norii plecati, si ei, cu mine.
In the morning you will find me float on clouds…
they will be white, misunderstood, like your pale faces.
Or rainy and heavy, like the eyes of some strangers.
Maybe they will be spread on the canvas like questions
which clean the sky one by one, searching for me.
I tend to believe it will be serene, like my heart…
and the clouds gone, they too, like me.
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