ploua timid cu tine in mine...

Te caut cu iarna, te caut de mult, iar frigul din mine ma-nvata sa ascult pasii tai ce poate nu se mai aud si urma lor ce s-a pierdut. Te-am cautat si in toamna, dar te caut tarziu, cu frunzele moarte de viata si stiu ca ploaia ce-mi aduci e o lacrima din cer si nu mai vreau decat sa sper. Ce? O iubire alba fara de sfarsit, poate visul nostru infinit. Si totusi… as putea sa-ti daruiesc o iubire alba, cu flori de nea. Si iti mai amintesti? Era primavara, era iarna, era vara, era si noapte de noapte, erai ziua mea cand ne iubeam in patul nins de trandafiri si cautam in priviri o iubire alba fara sfarsit... Dar in final ploua timid cu tine in mine...

I am looking for you in winter, I am looking for a long time, and that cold is teaching me to listen your steps which doesn’t heard and their track is lost. I am looking for you in winter, I am looking late, with the dead leave by life and I know that the rain you bring me is a teardrop from the sky and I want just to hope. What? O white love without end, maybe our unlimited dream. And still… I could give you a white love with snow flowers. Do you remember? It was spring, it was winter, it was summer, it was night, your were my day when we have loved on that bed snowed by roses and we were looking in gloats a white love immense… But finally, it was raining with you in me…