Alin

you try to distance yourself from me I endure rain, sorrow, pain and the cold Like a tree I Shall stay close until I grow old I won\'t move , I will stand in the bad weather Even in the last

Your gift for me was life I have opened my gift with a knife This is a gift I cannot take This is a gift wich I cannot use Your gift to me was a mistake This is a gift I must refuse And yet

Visare in mare Pe malul marii merg si privesc valurile Incerc sa mi pun in ordine gandurile Orice lucru oricat de neinsemnat Imi aduce aminte de chipul tau Privind spre larg vad plutind un