If I wasn’t,
it was because you weren’t either,
it was so we might someday be,
and because I already am.

If I am,
it’s because Someone loves me,
it’s because you love me, too,
and because I still am.

If I am, if I still am,
it’s so I can love you too,
so I can someday die,
and because I will one day no longer be.

If I will no longer be,
it’s so you will miss me,
so you all will miss me,
and because I already was.

If I was,
it’s because you were, too,
it’s because I had to be,
it’s because...

I Love You -

I have no words
to tell you
how much
I love you

all I can say
is that:

I love you
S o  m u c h
that
all the words in the world
aren't enough
to tell you
how  much

I love you.

If I'm close,
it's because
I love you
whom I adore.

If You're far away,
it's to make me say
I love you
even more.

Sorry for the pain
The selfish kiss that I gave

If I were you
I would have walked away.

But you’re sending gifts from the skies
Your love is now one with the stars

Love’s a flame; it burns so bright,
But too much fire steals the night
Too much love clouds your view,
This kind of love isn’t good for you

Love can hold, but love can break,
Leave you drowning in its wake
Too much love pulls you down,
Spins your world, turns it around

Oh, love isn’t always kind,
Takes your heart and steals your mind,
Oh, that love isn’t good for you,
This kind of love will tear you through

Love can lift, but love can fall,
Trap your soul, devour it all,
A little’s sweet; too much can sting,
Love’s a fire with a bitter ring

Love, beware its fire touch—
It burns too bright; it burns too much.
Oh, love isn’t always true
Love, Oh, love can burn through you.

We are strangers, strangers we remain,
From distant worlds, apart we came.
You call to me, I call to you,
But silence answers, cutting through.

You don’t know me, I don’t know you,
Our thoughts diverge like morning dew.
Alive we are, yet still we stare,
As if from graves, from shadows there.

I’m not your loss, nor you are mine,
Like clouds, we drift through endless time.
Wherever I go, wherever you’ll be,
We’re at the edges, lost at sea.

Yet yesterday felt near and bright—
You held my hand; your voice was light.
When love was endless, pure, and true,
And I was me, and you were you.

When whispers spoke of tender care,
And hearts embraced in love’s repair.
When vows were shared, no lies between,
And strangers we had never been.

I
(Alternative translation)
STRANGERS

We are strangers, strangers through,
From worlds apart, both old and new.
I call to you, you call to me,
Yet silence falls like waves at sea.

You do not know me, nor I know you,
Our thoughts like paths that never grew.
Alive we stand, yet lost we seem,
As if we lived within a dream.

I do not miss you, nor you miss me,
Two fleeting clouds the wind sets free.
Where you may go, where I may roam,
We’re at the edges, far from home.

But yesterday, it feels so near,
I held your hand, your voice sincere.
When love was boundless, bold, and true,
And I was me, and you were you.

When whispers shared what hearts could feel,
And hands embraced with love so real.
When we were one, no space between,
And strangers we had never been.

II
(Literal translation)
STRANGERS

We are strangers, strangers we remain,
From different worlds we come.
When you call me, when I call you,
We cannot hear, we cannot hear.

You do not know me, I do not know you,
I have one thought, and you another.
You are alive, and I am alive,
But we look at each other as if from graves.

I don’t miss you; you won’t miss me,
We are two clouds driven by the wind.
Wherever I am, wherever you are,
We are at the edges of the earth.

But, it seems, yesterday there was a day,
You remember it; I remember it, too,
When we could not stop loving each other,
Believing we would love forever.

When I whispered how dear you were,
And we held each other’s hands with love,
When you told me that you loved me,
And we were not strangers at all.

III
(Original poem, Romanian)
STRĂINI

Suntem străini, străini suntem,
Din diferite lumi venim.
Când tu mă chemi, când eu te chem
Nu ne-auzim, nu ne-auzim.

Tu nu mă ştii, eu nu te ştiu,
Un gând am eu şi tu alt gând.
Eşti vie tu şi eu sunt viu,
Dar ne privim ca din mormânt.

Eu nu-ţi lipsesc, tu nu-mi lipseşti,
Suntem doi nori mânaţi de vânt.
Oriunde-aş fi, oriunde eşti,
Suntem la margini de pământ.

Dar, parcă ieri, a fost o zi,
Ţii minte tu, ţin minte eu,
Când nu-ncetam a ne iubi,
Crezînd că ne-om iubi mereu.

Când îţi şopteam ce dragă-mi eşti
Şi ne strângeam cu drag de mâini,
Când îmi spuneai că mă iubeşti
Şi nu eram deloc străini.

When yesterday aches to the point of tears,
And you don't know what tomorrow will bring,

When no one needs you,
And you need no one,

When life is just beginning,
And when life is already ending,

When you are alone at night,
When you are alone in broad daylight,

When you are still alone in a crowded room,

When it's too late to change anything,
And you can't turn back time,

When it's too late to stop,
But you can't go on,

When you can no longer forgive anyone,
And you no longer believe in anything,

When you are waiting for someone to come,
While someone else is waiting for you to leave,

When your tears have long since dried,
But the pain still lingers,

When you are no more...

It is because
Someone you love
Has forgotten you.

Sometimes beating hard, sometimes at rest;
my heart knocks softly at the door of my chest.

As if in pain, as if to die,
As if it begs to break outside;

As if it fears the weight of my sorrow,
as if it hopes to see you tomorrow.

My heart knocks softly at the door of my chest;
sometimes beating hard, sometimes at rest.


a. (Literal Translation)

Listen to My Heart

sometimes stronger, sometimes softer;
my heart beats at the door of my chest.

as if it would hurt, as if it would die,
as if it would ask to come outside,

as if it would fear to die with me,
as if it would want to see you tomorrow too.

my heart beats at the door of my chest;
sometimes stronger, sometimes softer.

b. (Original poem in Romanian)

ascultă inima mea

când mai tare, când mai încet;
inima-mi bate la uşa din piept.

de parcă ar doare-o, de parcă-o să moară,
de parcă s-ar cere să iasă-n afară,

de parcă s-ar teme să moară cu mine,
de parcă ar vrea să te vadă şi mâine.

inima-mi bate la uşa din piept;
când mai tare, când mai încet.

This sad poem was conceived and written in Burnley,
Where shadows linger, and the rain falls sternly.

An empty pub with an empty pint glass,
Black nights last long with its wild, bright eyes.

A one-eyed dog with lots of fleas
Sings the blues in seven different keys.

And time has flown since we met at sea,
A four-light-years-galactic-guilt is upon me.

Of course, I love you,
as a leaf would love
the branch on which it grows.

Of course, I want you,
as a wing would long for
the air to take flight.

Of course, I await you,
as the earth awaits
for us all...

I cannot believe
she is not,
at all,
an angel.

I’m so scared to spend time with people right now
’Cause I never know when they’ll disappear
And when things or people leave you
They never come back

I’m a hopeless optimist.
I’ve been praying to Pegasus.
And I just know that you’ll come back again
But you never do

Nothing comes back
Once it’s gone
Nothing comes back

I tripped around the world in my youth
I never was afraid to die
It had been quite fun and games
Until a momentary loss of you

That shattering occurred in June.
It was just a second, and you were gone
And nothing ever came back after that
And you see, you don’t come back

Nothing comes back
Once you’re gone
Nothing comes back

And I just hope that you’ll come back again
But you never do

But nothing comes back.
Once you’re gone
Nothing comes back

Not even you.