With pretty face and eyes meek and profound,
She patiently spreads honey words around,
Heals all the broken hearts, bestows delight,
And turns the pitch-black darkness into light.
Smiles every day and gaily plays her role,
(In this sad world she is a happy soul)
Behaves like a great queen, her mind is free,
And always works with pleasure, like a bee.
She's prudent, knows to give a sweet reply,
With her good deeds makes fortune in the sky,
Her heart is peaceful, void of all deceit,
For faith is her impregnable retreat.
She's loving, loyal, trustworthy and hot,
Her household is a safe and pleasant spot,
Defends the marriage, keeps alive its flame...
I'd like to be the equal of that dame.

Santa Claus, who come anew,
There's a lot I'd say to you...
I'm not asking gifts today,
Now it's time to take away.
With your bag come like a gust
And relieve me of my lust,
Take my dullness nice and slow
With your arm covered with snow,
Take the sadness from my chest,
The disquiet, the unrest,
Take my ****** malignity,
All the spite and vanity,
The unbridled speech I've had,
My behavior rude and bad...
With your reindeers, on your track,
Take some winters off my back,
To extol you night and day
That you came and took away.

On a ridge so nice,
Nest of Paradise,
Here come in the end,
Down the ***** descend
Three white flocks in queue
And three shepherds, too,
From Moldavia land,
Transylvania land,
And from Vrancea land.
And the second one,
With the Vrancea's son,
Well, they schemed a lot
And devised a plot
At the end of day,
Merciless to slay
The Moldavian guy,
Richer – cant' deny –
For has many sheep,
Which are fair and leap,
Horses trained for ride,
And dogs full of pride.
But that ewe, so cool,
With a gray-white wool
Three days in a row
Spoke in a voice low,
And walked to and fro.
– O, gray little ewe
And with white wool, too,
Three days in a row
Spoke in a voice low!                    
Doesn't the grass grow
Or you're feeling blue,
My beloved ewe?
– O, my shepherd dear,
Bring your sheep down here
Near the woods today
Where we have much hay,
In the shade you'll stay.
Master, hear my clue,
Call a dog to you,
Bold and of good breed,
True to you, indeed,
For when night is near,
They will **** you, dear,
The Vrancea's mean son
And the other one!
–  My ewe with meek eyes         
If you are so wise
When you see me dead
On a foxtail bed,
Tell the Vrancea's son
And the other one    
To dig me a tomb
In this pasture's womb,
Near the pen for sheep
To bury me deep;
Or behind the logs
To hear all my dogs.            
Tell them what I say,
Near my head then lay
A pipe made of beech
Its nice song to reach,
A pipe made of bone,
With a doleful tone;
A pipe thin and real,
Which plays with much zeal!
Wind will sweep the grass
And through them will pass
All the sheep will flee
Here to cry for me
Shedding tears a sea!                
If I'm killed, don't run,
But tell everyone
I married one day
A queen far away,
The world's bride, I'd say;                  
At my wedding, tell
That a bright star fell;
That the moon and sun
Held my wreath for fun.            
Firs and oaks with nests
Were my lovely guests,
Priests, the mounts with herds,
Fiddlers, the wild birds,
Birdies stood to watch,
Stars shone like a torch!
And I'm asking thee
If one day you see
Old mom feeling down,
With a belted gown
Crying in despair,
Asking everywhere,
Shouting in the air:            
"People full of joy
Who has seen my boy
Shepherd proud and dear,
Slim and without fear?
His face soft as silk
And as white as milk;                  
His moustache so sweet,
Yellow ear of wheat;          
His hair combed with skill
Black like raven's quill;
His eyes deep and droll,
Two pieces of coal?”
You, my dearest sheep,
Pity her and weep
Then tell her somehow
That I'm married now
To a young queen nice,
There, in Paradise,                      
But don't give detail
To that mother frail,
That on wedding night
A star lost its light
Firs and oaks with nests
Were my lovely guests,
Priests, the mounts with herds,
Fiddlers, the wild birds,
Birdies stood to watch,
Stars shone like a torch!

I want, to be able pure poems to write,
To sleep near the sky like star gazers at night,
To dream near the belfries, enchanted and filled
By their solemn anthems diffused by the wind.
With chin cupped in hands from my attic to see
The workshop which chatters and sings and feels free;
The chimneys, the steeples, these masts of the town,
The skies making people in fancy to drown.

How nice is to see through the mists a star bright
And a lamp at the window, burning still in the night,
The rivers of coal rising up in the air,
The moon pouring down its pale charm everywhere.
The summers and autumns will quietly go;
When winter arrives with its white and dull snow
I'll close all the doors and pull down the blind
And build lofty castles at night in my mind.
I'll dream all the time of blue distant horizons,
Alabaster small fountains which weep in the gardens,
And kisses, and birds, chirping loudly and rife,
The pure love affairs we cherish in life.
The bustle, enticing, at the window will drum,
With my head on the desk, I shall sit still and numb,
For I'll dive in the sea of exquisite delight
Of evoking the spring with my will and my might,
Of bringing the sun near my heart and create
Of my fiery dreams an abode warm and great.

Why did you leave so quickly, my dear mom,
You should have waited for your son to come;
An hour more, to hold your hand and try
To make you smile and then to say good bye.
And yet, an hour could have been too long
When the desire of your soul was strong
To rise up in the air like a balloon,
And I was sad you had to go so soon.

I long for you, a year has passed since then,
I thought one day you would be back again,
But it's in vain, we'll never get in touch,
Nevertheless, I love you very much,
And of your face, so beautiful and dear,
I've made a holy icon to revere.

Love is a wondrous feeling,
A swan in rapid flight
Across the vault of heaven
When it's serene and bright.

You feel the life is peaceful,
Unending like a stream,
A secret thrilling story,
An everlasting dream.

The happiness surrounds you,
The rainbow shows its face,
The whole world is a splendor,
God pours on you His grace.  

But the disgusting shotgun
Is aiming without fail
And the enchanting white swan
Drops dead on the wide trail.

You hug it in an instant,
Your fear you can't withhold,
Try to revive its passion,
But it is stiff and cold.

In vain you weep disheartened
And ****** it a lot,
Of its amazing gliding
Remains only a thought.

'Twould be best if we could perish
While in us there is some light,
Not to live devoid of vigor
Till the soul, detached, takes flight.

'Twould be best if we could perish
While we speak with our eyes,
Not to have a frozen vision
And a chilly heart that sighs.

'Twould be best if we could perish
While we're human, because thus,
We won't see our weary children
Crying when attending us.

'Twould be best if we could alter
The grim future from the sky
And to chose with our thinking
When it's good for us to die.

In a short while you'll venture high above
Because this world has ceased to be your lot
And on your grave I'll plant with care and love
A small blue flower of forget-me-not.

And when I miss you, I shall take a stroll,
Then kneeling down, I'll shudder on the spot,
While watching dearly, craving in my soul,
The small blue flower of forget-me-not.

The day it withers, I shall not be sad
For we all know a flower will decay
But I am certain, and this makes me glad,
You won't forget me even for a day.

I think I'm feeling better, more mature,
Than how in my whole life I've ever been,
But maybe it's too soon to tell for sure
That I have found my essence deep within.
Because I may be weak and uncontrolled
And this deceptive world keeps me in chains
Or by my nature I may be too bold
And, although small, I want to hold the reins.
Yet, if I say I'm good, I do not boast
And how are other people, I don't care,
For maybe I have sinned in life the most,
But now I'm like a flower fresh and fair.
All people are good-natured and alert,
But diamonds are deep buried in the dirt.

A walnut fallen on a narrow lane
Seemed very nice and tempting, so to speak,
That four black crows descended, I maintain,
To grab it with their long and pointed beak.
But one of them, for sure, had much more luck
And took advantage of the stir and fight,
And while avoiding to be caught and struck
Seized the small nut and hastily took flight.
After a while, it flew down to the ground,
Because the other crows gave up the chase,
Then cracked the nut and baffled looked around,
For it was hollow in its inner space.
That's why in life I have this wondrous creed,
Both husk and core should be refined, indeed.

The poverty is an appalling thing,
Hard to describe in words too good and kind,
But it is also bad to be a king
And have a needy soul and a poor mind.
Because the world will lose any appeal
You eat and drink and cherish what is dear,
But you forget that Time will turn the wheel
And all your wealth in air will disappear.
So, when you face the Judgment in the end
Weeping and begging mercy on your knees
You will not be permitted to ascend,
Because in life you let your heart to freeze.
Then, it is better that your soul to nurse
Instead of putting money in the purse.

The letters – twenty six – are rather few,
But words are many and around they swirl,
They're like the dew drops moon is shining through,
Which glitter in the night like beads of pearl.
And all these words long sentences can form
Or phrases even longer and refined,
Which sometimes seem to us like a wild storm,
But other times they are so nice and kind.  
And boring lectures quickly start to flow
Or other more inspired and sublime,
Which in a while will be forgotten though
For they can't be remembered all the time.
The stream of words becomes a waterfall,
But lovers say „I love you” and that's all.

Will Shakespeare wrote nice sonnets for us all,
Because he loved a young man from his heart
And so do I, as if I hear his call,
But I prefer the woman cute and smart.
The blonde, brunette or brown-haired, I don't care,
Tall, short or thin or sometimes even fat,
The woman with a soul as light as air,
And with a mind as lively as a cat.
Too bad that Shakespeare died long time ago
I bet he would have liked to be his friend,
Because I write the way he used to show,
So that the lines may shine for years on end.
Both I and Shakespeare share the same good views
For love is our dear and holy muse.

If when you look around you see amiss
And think that evil everywhere now lies,
Instead of mountain, you watch the abyss
For sure you have a problem with your eyes.
If in the glass you look with a sad face
And half the water really cannot find,
Because you see only the empty space,
Its obvious the void is in your mind.
If you don't care that people are in pain
Convinced that suffering is in control,
When you don't see the sun, but the cold rain
That means the death is present in your soul.
This world is really very bleak and sad
If man is pessimistic, sick or mad.

At times, it's good to waver for a while,
Be careful, look around, don't stop your quest,
Don't mimic like a child the others style,
But all the time do what you think is best.
And even if the people think they can
To jump into the void and then to fly
It's better to stick always to your plan
Be patient, to be sure before you try.
To always be the first is vain conceit
And life will break you if you are absurd,
But all the sages tell us and repeat:
The truth is never harbored by the herd.
Don't rush, be calm, don't make any mistake
You're not a sheep, so keep your mind awake.

The Hell is not that distant, after all,
And you can reach it with the greatest ease
While you're alive, not after the Death's call,
When heart and mind and body quickly freeze.
And this event is nasty, very bad,
It's dark and only shadows you can see  
The air is sultry and you feel so sad,
Because your gloomy thoughts run wild and free.
And Satan lurks behind you to rejoice
When you break down and lose your self-control,
You feel his breath and hear his dreadful voice
That's why you think you'll perish in that hole.
The weak cries in the dark, gives up the fight,
But who is strong and daring comes to light.

The sand flows slowly in the hourglass
Completely silent, while the time goes by
And every moment swallows down, alas,
People and tree and animal and fly,
And waters, forests, kingdoms of a king,
And cultivated fields that please the eye,
And the alluring beauty of the spring,
And all the other seasons, wet or dry,
And shining stars and planets, new and old,
And lofty supernovas, which all glow,
And satellites and comets icy cold,
And universes lying in a row...
Time will destroy all things, maybe for fun,
But only to renew them one by one.

There are some guys who think they have a goal
To find the secrets of this world some day,
That's why they strive to play their earthly role
To make tomorrow better than today.
They break the atom into bits and chips
And search the heavens with their active mind
They even go to Space in shining ships,
But the divine first cause they still can't find.
They dive into the oceans and deep seas
And climb on every ridge and snowy peak
They search through bushes and among the trees,
But their hearts are very sad and bleak.
Then comes the Death and lifts their souls above
And thus they lose the secrets of true love.

The dagger of harsh speech pierces the chest
Its shiny blade cuts deep and clouds the brain
The heart is pounding, cannot find its rest
Because is filled with sorrow and much pain.
Death doesn't come to take its gloomy toll,
Because the sap of life is very hot
And so, the wounded plays his sour role
As if he were content, but he is not.
The body's healthy and the arm is strong
The face is proud, the smile impresses all,
But in his life, a lot of things are wrong,
That's why beneath the glaze is bitter gall.
The wound of flesh needs medicines and care
The wound of soul wants love from everywhere.

St. John baptized with water, we all know,
And taught us how to pray and to repent,
But few can drink his words, which since then flow,
For no one wants to live with the head bent.
With his wild nature and his gloomy mood
He carried out his mission to the end
And scolded people as much as he could,
Because he wanted all to comprehend.
The sinners, being scared to let him loose,
Chopped off his head in prison, late at night,
But even though he suffered this abuse
Received from God relief and holy light.
The Jordan gently flows through these old lands,
Longing for John, who baptized with his hands.

The moon is exquisite in the warm night,
And from the sky she easily can see
I am surrounded by her silver light
And her cold ray is now enticing me.
Without a voice, she calls me all the time
To fly and reach her full of bliss profound
I smile at her, because she is sublime,
But my true love is near me, on the ground.
For long ago, a girl of noble birth,
I've heard that fell in love with Morning Star,
Because she didn't want a dear on Earth...
Her story was unhappy and bizarre.
But I prefer my sweetheart every day,
Because she's here, the moon is far away.

You are Pandora, curious and fool,
Who had to guard a box as you thought fit
And our life was beautiful and cool,
When you did not intend to open it.
And yet, one day, your sharp and greedy eye
Wanted to look inside for jewels and rings,
But when you opened it began to fly
Around our heads a lot of ugly things.
That's why we hurried out into the world
To look for them, to search them with our gaze,
Yet we were hit by the strong wind that swirled
And wiped away our nice and sunny days.
Too bad you had a mean and lousy scope,
Now in the box is only the poor hope.

I gently stroke your long and silky hair
And then I kiss your lips, tasting their must,
Your prying ******* fall into my snare,
And I can see them rising full of lust.
I touch them with the greatest care and love
My hand caressing your amazing *******,
Your cheeks are flushed, I see them from above,
Because your body on its back now rests.
My hand goes down, your thigh is burning hot
Full of desire, I'm prepared to sin
And we make love, because you want a lot
And moan and dig your nails into my skin.
Oh, what a rapture, what a bliss, what fun,
When two hearts beat as if they were just one!

I'm Adam, you are Eve, the fairest one,
My other half and I would say the best,
Your body's slim, your eyes burn like a sun
And your good heart beats deep into my chest.
Even though many people are around,
Living on our planet day and night
We are two standards, lovely and profound,
Because from Paradise we took the light.
But one bad day, a cunning serpent came
And tricked you, for alone you used to roam,
I couldn't stop you, what an awful shame,
And thus we lost the heavens, our home.
That's why we live today without a goal,
As if we were two halves of a split soul.

I look at you amazed, my dearest one,
And our eyes meet furtively and starved
Your gaze is hot, as a majestic sun,
And in my chest my heart is struggling hard.
I'd like to speak, however I feel dumb,    
As if my mind were weary and upset,
I feel I know you as I know my thumb,  
And maybe in another life we met.
I fear to blink lest you should fly away
Or my sweet dream should lose its blazing flame,
So, we both wait a sign, a shining ray,
But you look down embarassed, fool of shame.
And then I hear a voice in the blue sky:
”You are the man, it's up to you to try!”.

Desire, hesitation, arduous quest
Long waiting and great pain that we're apart,
But fate is harsh, although I do my best,
It doesn't want my love to reach your heart.
So you remain mysterious, unknown,
And even if I try to see your face
You're far away and I stay all alone,
Hoping to feel the warmth of your embrace.
If I could fly like seagulls in the sky
And see like fish in waters dark, profound,
I'd understand what method to apply
To bring you here, to know that you're around.
Alas, I don't have wings to soar and fly
That's why I hope that you will hear my cry.

My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
She's like a down that gathers in a pile,
Because she's sensitive and pure and light,
But if the wind starts blowing for a while,
Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight.
On our Earth, love is a little shy,
People have lost their meaning and are bad,
They are attached only to things that lie,
Love for some time, and then they all get mad.
But I respect my mistress, she's sublime,
I'll be her slave until the end of time.

When man destroys the poetry with spite,
And for the pretty flowers becomes blind,
When he forgets about the pure delight,
Living his life through the computer's mind,
When his own body loses strength and mass
And has no crave for sexuality
When he forgets about the soft, green grass,
Lost in the virtual reality,
When everything is science, sharp and cold,
And man laughs at the old theology,
When his own being is so cheaply sold,
Relying only on technology,
In those sad days I hope I'll be away,
To eat and drink, and joke, and laugh, and play.

When I shall fall asleep for good, my son
Don't be uspet, don't cry and do not frown
Read all these lines at leisure, one by one
And then I beg you not to let me down.

I shall not ask for something you can't do
Because I've loved you dearly until now,
But time has come and without much ado,
Please keep your promise and respect your vow.

Take this dead body, made only of dust,
This wretched garment that I used to wear
And have it burned, in you I put my trust,
Then take the ashes with the greatest care.

And after that, go quickly to the tomb
In which my parents have eternal rest,
Spread there the ashes and forget the gloom,
Because I want to lie upon their chest.

And if you feel a tear in your big eyes,
Do not attempt to change your attitude,
But let it fall and watch a flower rise
By which I'll show my deepest gratitude.

– Come, big moon, in your full glory,
Show your face so bright and fair
Tell me an enchanting story
About palaces up there.

Have you ever seen, I wonder,
Who's inside, what kings, what czars?
Who speaks with a voice like thunder,
Who throws comets and blue stars?

Who made our Earth that's spinning
And this Universe so vast?
Was the Word in the beginning
Which created all so fast?

The moon whispers from her tower:
– Go to sleep and rest your brain,
Even though I have great power
I'm tied to this earthly plane.

If your soul is mean and vile
And your mind is deeply stained,
If you have a bogus smile,
Wear a mask and you are saved.

If your friend, who gives you all,
Without mercy is betrayed,
If your soul is really small,
Wear a mask and you are saved.

If you know that in your life
You have lied and misbehaved,
If you can't get rid of strife,
Wear a mask and you are saved.

If a person you have met
About you will want to ask
Open up, but don't forget
To keep on your daily mask.

Rise to the sky for good, wonderful soul,
And leave behind the sadness of this dirt
Be happy and pursue your lofty goal,
Don't you observe I laugh, although I'm hurt?

Go up, like that balloon that left my hand
Back in those days when I was just a boy
And when into the cosmos you expand
Look straight ahead and never lose your joy.

And on your journey, do not fear at all,
Don't let the grief to grab you, but do pray
For Jesus Christ all happy souls will call
And He will guide them on the holy way.

Don't be depressed that you have left us here
And felt the need to travel far and wide,
Because our souls, my mother sweet and dear,
Will love each other, even if you died.

And when you reach the Heaven, bright and true,
Wait calmly, for the wheel will spin like mad
And one fine day, as we have promised you
We'll be again together: you, me, dad.

Night is falling.
Long shadows cover us as like a velvet cloak,
Hiding us from the prying eyes of the passersby,
While the playful wind ruffles your disheveled hair,
Which falls in waves on your white marble shoulders.

Night is falling.
The Danube crawls quietly at our feet,
Tired of this endless pilgrimage,
And your thoughts flow with it to distant horizons,
Where the blue sky kisses the gloomy sea.

Night is falling.
Everything around is quiet and calm,
For the world is tired of so much turmoil,
Of so much labor, of so much pain, of so much hope,
And is getting ready for the holy and well deserved rest.

Night is falling.
Suddenly, your heart starts to beat faster,
Maybe out of fear, out of amazement or out of delight,
And I sit and listen to it petrified with emotion,
Fearing that it might come out of your chest.

Now it's night.
We have remained in the same place, side by side,
Nailed to the ground like deep-rooted trees,
But our pure souls, which are full of happiness,
Hug impetuously and rise hastily to the stars.

Fall rusty leaves from trees and like a carpet lie
Under my steps they rustle like lovers' longing sigh
Above my head a crane is floating in the sky,
Seeming so lost, because its flock now has gone by.

It's autumn and the park looks desolate and sad
Along a narrow lane a cop is nicely clad,
And I am walking fast like tourists stray and mad
Who a Renaissance painter on canvas soon will add.

A big and gloomy cloud I see is drawing near
And from the sky the rain will fall in waves, I fear,
The sun is slowly setting and soon will disappear,
Because the day is shorter at this time of the year.

A raven on a branch, with feathers long and black
Is watching full of lust the remnants of a snack,
While the majestic lake, which stretches at the back,
Now seems enraged and howls like a gray wolf in pack.

I'm going home, because it's getting late and dark
And suddenly the coolness has fallen on the park
A stray dog in the distance has started now to bark,
Because the autumn's here and summer lost its spark.

When grass becomes my sky
And I am just blue dust,
When unobserved I die
Leaving this world of lust.

When in the people's minds
My name will be accursed,
When everybody finds
In me only the worst.

When God His body turns
And runs away from me
When your desire burns
Once more my eyes to see.

Do not become upset,
But on your way you go,
Don't mourn and don't regret,
I can't dispel your woe.

Remember me, don't cry,
Get out of your dark den,
For everything goes by
And we shall meet again.

I haven't been the worthiest of men,
The wisest or the holiest of all,
I haven't been majestic, now and then,
But I have loved you and you can recall.

I haven't been a king or a bold knight,
I haven't had a fortune to defend,
But we have stayed together, day and night
And I have been your priceless loving friend.  

It hasn't been my lot to be refined,
I haven't spoken trying to look smart,
But all the words that ever crossed my mind
I've always uttered from my very heart.

I've never been a scientist, for sure,
Or an inventor making a breakthrough,
But I have been good-natured and mature
And with my love I have surrounded you.

Maybe I was forgetful, maybe bored,
It's not a bad excuse or a refrain,
But in a station, totally ignored,  
I've bought a ticket for this woeful train.

In it, all kinds of people – neat, in rags...
Who try so hard their journey to complete,
With longing feelings, carrying many bags
And all competing for a better seat.

What strain, what spite, what anger, what a wail
What howls, what crying, what a silly pride,
What ugly words, what fighting on the rail,
For everybody wants to see outside.

I watch appalled this strange and foolish show
As if I'm at the theater, in the stalls,
And if I could, I'd do a trick to go,
Far, far away, beyond these lousy walls.

I wish the train would stop its crazy race
At the next station and to turn around,
So as to reach again the starting place,
But it is running forward like a hound.

I beg the fate to make a change somewhere
To move a switch, my state to be restored,
Because this train is heading to nowhere
And I am sorry that I got on board.

I walk on rusty leaves, which now are dead,
And leave behind the trees scratching the sky
A thousand words are rushing through my head
That lovingly we uttered, you and I.

The leaves are rustling and they seem to crawl
Under my feet, which crush them with their weight
I have no aim, I just want to recall
How blessed we've been by our earthly fate.

Because it didn't give us wealth and fame
Or other things that people do enjoy,
However, it ignited our flame
By sending us a lovely little boy.

And when we're old and gray and without scope
It doesn't matter if he says good bye,
Because, like all the parents, we shall hope
To see him one more time before we die.

How many times I saw your pretty face
In my tormented dreams, vivid and strong,
But then you disappeared without a trace
And I kept looking for you all night long.

I climbed the mountains with their snowy tops,
I sailed the ocean and the gloomy sea,
I fought the tidal waves splashing fine drops,
And yet, I didn't know where you could be.

And I kept asking all those who I met.
As if I'd been insane, completely mad,
Because my mind was awfully upset
And my poor heart was really, really sad.

I thought you were below the earth, my dear,
Or that you hid behind the clouds above,
I yelled at you and yet you couldn't hear
And didn't know about my unquenched love.

But one day, which seemed bleak and full of gloom,
The destiny arranged for us to meet
I was your teacher in the lecture room...
Oh, our story is so nice and sweet!

You fell asleep upon my chest, my dear,
And I am guarding you with greatest care,
As if you were a china *** placed here,
Which has been worked with skill to look so fair.

I turn and see your tired, pretty face
I stroke your silky hair with pure delight,
You don't wake up, but your heart starts to race
When in your ear I'm whispering, “Good night!”.

You've plunged into the world of dreams you weave
You laugh and cry, and sometimes even speak
I feel like Adam with his lovely Eve
And I can't help but kiss you on the cheek.

I pull the quilt and feel that you agree
I look at you once more in the dim light
I say a prayer both for you and me
And then I fall asleep into the night.

Two sparkling diamonds and a ruby lie
On her beloved hand, so soft and white,
Today, he looks at them with a cold eye
Although the people marvel at their sight.

Two sparkling diamonds and a ruby cut
With greatest skill, as for a mighty king
And smoothed with love and carefulness somewhat
To fit exactly on a golden ring.

Two sparkling diamonds and a ruby are
Like her red mouth and big eyes, there's no doubt,
Which seem to cry and suffer from afar
For a sweet love that suddenly died out.

Two sparkling diamonds and a ruby now
Have added value and they will prevail
Because they surely make an honest vow,
To glitter, but to also tell a tale.

O, Christmas tree, adorned for celebration
With painted globes and stars in constellation,
With icicles and tinsel wound in coil
And with all kinds of candy wrapped in foil.

You raise your top and scratch the lofty ceiling,
For Santa Claus you want to look appealing,
Knowing that presents he will surely bring
For all the people who will come to sing.  

Because it's Christmas Eve, that's why tonight
In our souls the carols will put light
And our eyes like precious gems will spark
When we will sing to Santa in the dark.

O, Christmas tree, adorned for celebration
And yet, I think I have a revelation:
Although your place is in the forest domes
You choose to die to come in our homes.

Happiness, enjoyment, sorrow,
Glory, gain, pathetic fall
All these will be gone tomorrow,
Poor dark shadows on a wall.

Heaps of money, real treasures,
Goods, estates and many shares,
Will provide sweet, earthly pleasures
To the poor and greedy heirs.

Only change is everlasting
And it turns the world around
Death's stillness is disgusting,
As the prophets always found.

The old Sphinx watches with sorrow
How we think that we are kings
Knowing that today, tomorrow,
Time erases all the things.

On mountain top it's easier to walk
And all your feelings now are so profound
That if you sit in silence on a rock
You sense that God is everywhere around.

Under the clouds, the world is out of sight
With all its worries, suffering and dearth,
But on the ridge the sun is shining bright
And you can see the edges of the Earth.

From time to time, an eagle soars on high
In the crisp air, to start from there a chase,
And the chamois enchants your watchful eye
When jumps on rocky slopes with perfect grace.

Surrounded by so many wondrous things
Your heavy body quickly becomes light,
The soul feels free and spreads its flaming wings
And you are caught in its majestic flight.

Hidden somewhere, in a forgotten case,
Full of white dust and lonely as a ghost,
Lies an old picture, quiet in its place,
The one that in the past I liked the most.

I wanted many times to take it out,
Feeling that I was totally unjust,
But every night and day I was in doubt,
I didn't want to rummage in the dust.

And maybe in the darkness, every year,
The colors faded and I'm feeling sad
Because this picture, which I held so dear,
It might be tarnished, looking very bad.

But even if I leave it in its case
And it will never see again the light
It will remain, with its discolored face,
The picture that once gave me much delight.

If I were a painter
Every day, I know,
I'd paint you in colors,
Which will always glow.

If I were a sculptor
Working all alone,
I'd carve you a statue
From a precious stone.

If I were a potter
Bent over the wheel
I'd knead your soft body
With the greatest zeal.

If I were an angel
From the starry sky
I'd make you immortal
With my holy eye.

Yet, I'm just a plain man
With an honest view,
I can do no other,
But to care for you.

I wonder, where did you go
Since right now you are away
And I miss you night and day...
I wonder, where did you go?

Maybe you are in the clouds
For they're white and please the eye
And float freely in the sky...
Maybe you are in the clouds.

Maybe you are in ravenes
In the mountains steep and bold
Facing rain and bitter cold...
Maybe you are in ravenes.

Maybe you are in the sea
Hidden deep in coral reefs
To forget about your griefs...
Maybe you are in the sea.

I wonder, where did you go
Since right now you are away
And I miss you night and day...
I wonder, where did you go?

Youth is fleeting, man grows old
Like a flower in full bloom,
Which at nightfall, when it's cold
Withers quickly in the gloom.

Beauty is a pleasant mask,
Which now fills you with delight,
But one day, it will not ask
And will vanish out of sight.

Bliss is like delicious food,
But there's no one who can say
Why, when it's in playful mood,
Through your fingers slips away.

Love is wondrous, love is odd,
It's the game of life for two
Given by All Mighty God,
Who then takes it back, it's true.

Richness sometimes stays around
To the very day you die
You may live like a king crowned,
You may be a wealthy guy,

But, alas, this is the truth:
You can't buy an honest kiss,
Beauty, love, your years of youth
Or at least a drop of bliss.

What a joy, my heart now is beating loud
I can hear your footsteps out into the night,
But it's just the wind blowing from a cloud,
Which spreads all the leaves almost without fight.

Now your voice resounds telling me so clear
Many words of love in a gentle way
But it's just the river, flowing around here,
Which is rather tensed and upset today.

I'm surprised to hear your sweet laugh again
Somewhere in the forest, near the little creek,
But it's just a pecker, seemingly insane,
Hitting all the tree trunks with its steely beak.

Yet, this time I'm sure you are calling me
And your thrilling whispers fill me with delight –
What a disappointment, what else can it be?
Oh, the tiny raindrops falling in the night.

In this part of the world the land is dry
The lack of rainfall makes you go insane,
The mountain tops rise high into the sky
And the gray clouds attack the ridge in vain.

The wind removes the sand, leaving behind
A lot of stones, which from the ground protrude;
This type of desert is unique in kind
And I am walking in a pensive mood.

From time to time, a blade of grass sticks out
Looking so lost in this deserted space,
But even though it feels the heat and drought
It doesn't care and shows a happy face.

Up in the sky, the sun is red and hot
The flames emerging from its burning core
Now hit the Earth with a terrific shot
And scorch the desert surface more and more.

But when you think you're lost and pray on knees
Because it seems that you can't make it through
An oasis with fresh water and palm trees
Appears in front of you out of the blue.