wind in the glass
si din cenuaa, prin lupta, se ridica
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White dress Poor girl walking on the street, For three days she didn`t eat, Her cotton dress was old, Her thin body – very cold. Winter wind was blowing harsh, Suddenly, I heard a crash, One moment… girl was down, Blood… on all white town. Is there in
Fight for me If you love me, Fight and see What hard it could be Your life without me. If you are refused, Get it used, I am now confused So I am excused. If you are still sorrow, Come on, throw your arrow But wait for the morrow, Poor blind mind narrow. I waited for
Prejudecata Ca un miel spre taiere Ea-l târa de un lant, Mai amar ca o fiere, Sufletul era într-un sant. Si rabdând în tacere Jugul ce l-a cuprins, Acuzând o durere, S-ar fi recunoscut învins. Si nu a vrut, nu a cedat, Dar casa goala-a
They say: You can buy anything on this earth, Not nobles, it`s from birth. This means the simple, proper style, The elegant way to show your denial. They say: High class, great ethics are valued, Best principles, good moral don`t delude. At the old edge, decent and gentle living, At the early
Lumi paralele Am întâlnit un suflet Si am crezut ca mi-e prieten. Am vrut sa îl ridic sus, Mai sus decât al meu.
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