wind in the glass
si din cenuaa, prin lupta, se ridica
Vulturul
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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
House of spiders My empty house, my soul is full of spiders, No way to go for covering my empty day, No will to overfill the ash of my reminders, To see the thread of grass or bright my stay, Come here my hope, don`t let my soul away!!! Don`t punish me for my mistake and for my
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
Crucea Razboi si pace, ura si iubire, Doar un judecator si-o nemurire, Iar crucea, mai presus de fire, Omoara si învie pentru mântuire. Între cer si pamânt, moarte si viata, Crucea mai presus se-nalta, Sânge si lacrimi pe trup si pe fata, Sacrificiu
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
