Because of the violins in my life
and its sounds that spread around,
Because of the warm wind
and its golden leafs that touch the ground,
Because of the soft rain
and its touch that
Stau si privesc in oglinda.
Inchid un ochi,
Apoi pe-al doilea...
De-as avea mai multi...
Sa-i strang atat de tare
Incat sa doara,
Iar din coltul lor
Sa picure lacrimi de sange
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