Autumn comes again, with her bare arms,
the depths are hiding deaf fountains of smiles,
the cold rains and fog wandering in the farms,
the warm sunrise was expelled, so he cries.

The secrets of waterfalls that carries their name
are reading my bitter soul as an empty shell,
my tears are flowing to extinguish the flame
of the clouds from heaven... so they tell.

I wonder if my heart will slow down in time
until the dawn of old age that puts a spell
on the sunrises and sunsets, in the meantime
I can take over the duties of the fall as well.

Until then, I remain an insomniac in motion.
Until flowers grow into the heart. I will not surrender.
I'll try over and over again, until tears make an ocean.
Tell me... when I'm going to meet my life's defender?

You could have been my metaphor, a verse
on my heaven, written with capital letters,
to be my step in my slow walk, not in my curse
but on my journey on paradise's feathers.

You could have been my suave song
as the nightingale's from the forest,
to feel the spring in the air so strong
signing its name on my soul, so modest.

You could have been my hot steamed verbs
of the coffee each and every morning,
when we could have tell unspoken words
and wake up daily to life, without any warning.

You could have been my love from my soul
stored in the small corner of my heart's balcony,
to be the stamp and the header on my paper roll,
to be my shadow and sunshine in my agony.

But you chose to remain a memory from the past,
a pale sunray, vulnerable in its very own shine,
a memory that I will think about without being asked
when I will look for a sweet shelter... or a sign.

I know everything will pass beside and over us,
for then the sun to reappear, all over again,
the wind will whistle over the naked shoulders,
souls will hide a treasure behind the aching pain.

We will be precious gem and secret for each other,
we will be the mystery hidden in our palms,
without us having regrets in front of our Father
that we... we may have loved each other once.

When the time will come for you to miss me,
I will be long gone, baby, you know...
as a note on the stave, but without any sound,
I will be hidden in a beautiful rainbow.

The wind outside will not touch any leaf,
no creature will move anymore on this Earth,
the fluttering of the wings will no longer be heard,
only a deep silence will know your true worth.

You will only see a white slice of the Moon,
lonely on the gray sky, sitting on his throne,
when the sun will be ready to set,
the diamond in your heart will become a stone.

You will turn your favorite music even louder,
to slip slightly into the sweet, late night dreams,
you will let the peace of your thoughts go deaf
until the rainbow and the moon would become friends.

Only then... I will show up out of the rainbow
taking the shape of the stars beside the Moon,
then you could enframe the notes on the stave,
thus paying in advance to the fate that was immune.

Listen to my prayer, Lord! Do not let me perish!
I need you as my teammate whom I deeply cherish!
Don't let the good remain unpaid and be envious
in this greedy world where everything is perfidious!

Help me, Lord, to stay for eternity in your cathedral!
Let me see my children well, protect them from evil!
Do not let them fall into the panic of this society,
but to trust, to believe in high-aspirations with piety!

Raise me up, Lord, pick my heart up from the floor!
Don't let my words be spoken for nothing, like before!
Give my mother and my sister good health, if you could,
to see them happy here in my neighborhood!

Catch me, Lord, if I should ever fall again!
Do not let me get into dreadful Satan's hell!
Leave me here with my both feet on the ground,
let me see the denouement of my life! Now I'm found!

Teach me, Lord, the secret of two gathered hands!
Touch my soul with prayers that are so intense!
Have mercy on me, give me strength to bear my cross,
to find out where peace and serenity are! Not to get lost!

Between you and me ... a worrying world
about the crowd of men that guards our words
and taste the love from the sweet cup of the happiness,
daring to break the spell of bitter sadness.

Between me and you ... there is only one way,
you would want all of my heart in your chest,
you would breathe my words, my eternal dilemmas,
the distance being your greatest regret.

Between you and me ... silence ... and a mute kiss
that incites and listen how the hormones scream,
the feelings that don't fit into the soul, I chase them away
creating addiction to my lips and war to my neurons.

Between me and you ... the same Sun, the same Moon,
the same stars that shine on my face,
being their godmother, for in the night they are crowned,
and the witnesses are the warm beads of sand.

Between you and me ... a deadly loneliness
and a chest full of unfulfilled dreams,
the autumn dew, and fear of death,
just dots, dots, dots and two merged hearts.

You... me... both of us and two cups of coffee,
a sweet, red wine and a scented Yankee candle,
our eyes are whispering to each other, as sweet toffee
love can no longer be delayed, but handled.

In the background, Zamfir's famous pan flute,
dropping lava in my blood, not on the roads,
wherever I go, just rose petals in their suit
our hearts beat in tandem until they explode.

We are the encyclopedia of abundant feelings,
we are the actors of an interesting start,
life resembles a tragicomedy written on the ceilings
at the thought of being followed by a kiss from the heart.

Me... you... us... and a beginning of a love story,
we have to be patient and take care not to crush
the butterflies I annoyed on my wall from the dormitory
not to lose them in the labyrinth of love in our rush.

There will be feelings that maybe will grow,
for we are always running after eternal love,
or maybe they will fade, for the fear of saying hello,
and then we ask for more time from the mourning dove.

But let's give to Time what we owe ... time.
Time is you... Time is me... we are both,
this season wouldn't starve us, it would be a crime,
palm in palm we'd pass through waves and take an oath.

We inspire love and we expire a naive passion,
the past would be just a small curse
dazzling us with many kinds of affection,
whispering our names through its silent verse.

It's your wave... my wave... it's our wave,
we only have air to breathe abruptly while we ascend,
we haunt our own thoughts while we crave
for the expiry date to never come to an end.

I'm going to meet with the yesteryear woman,
to give her a sweet, scented lily kind of smile.
I'm going to give her a hug and tell her it'll be okay,
in the yesterday's threshold, in her merciless exile.

There have been many tears and sighs in vain,
in the deserted wilderness, no one to comfort her.
With a ruthless heart, now full of bitterness,
the mistrust in love made her see everything in blur.

She always questioned her own beauty and worth,
but she does not bend in front of the kicks of the fate.
She keeps silence thinking that it does not hurt anymore,
her cheeks swallowed the tears running in torrents of hate.

Her gentle heart was pounding from fear in her chest,
the burden was too hard to bear, so she's leaving.
She braids now enigmas with determined words,
but the river fountains were lamenting and grieving.

I will tell her that tomorrow will be a brand new day,
the stars and the moon will always be there to guide her.
That in this life nothing is what it seems to be,
the sun one day will rise in her way. Yes, my dear Mother!