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.

You were made from light, in glory,
Not from Adam's rib, my dear,
Like in the fantastic story
That in churches we do hear.

You have always been appealing
From the moment you arose
Because Eve means life and feeling
And this everybody knows.

You're a pillar of creation,
All this world with you began,
And a goddess of salvation,
And the other half of man.

In your absence, man would suffer,
He would matter not at all,
Wouldn't sin and would be tougher,
But his soul would be so small...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

With loving words, as weightless as the vapour
I'd like to make a poem meant to last
And with my hand, like people from the past,
To write it down with ink and quill on paper.

Then I shall take a book, the most appealing,
The one I know is somewhere on the shelves,
Watching the pale leaves turning by themselves
And getting thus a pleasant tingly feeling.

I'll hide the rhyme between the middle pages
As if it were a jewel, dear, refined,
Made not with tools, but with my subtle mind,
With toil and skill, without rewards or wages.

The years will pass and I shall watch them flying
I shall be old, my face will lose its smile,
But our soul down here is in exile
That's why at my demise I won't be crying.

And maybe someday you will feel like reading,
Because you're bored or cannot sleep at night,
And craving for a world with much more light
You'll take that book, which is the most appealing.

And you will surely find between its pages
The poem hidden without too much fuss
And you'll be glad to read things about us
In this old book that tells about the sages.

We are making too much fuss
We've forgotten how to smile
Every day we work, discuss,
Being ruthless, being vile...

We are greedy all the time
Without money we feel odd
And by thinking we're sublime
We have lost the faith in God.

For the Nature, we don't strive
Thinking that she's our right,
And if we get rich and thrive
We shall boast with all our might.

But as humans, we are cheap
And can see those who have eyes
That in graveyards lie and sleep
Thousands of important guys.

The day I take the death examination
I'll surely pass it, so don't be naive
To mourn and sigh and try to bring salvation,
You cannot stop me, I'll be forced to leave.

Don't be upset, don't let your face to suffer
Time drifts away and never will return
Keep walking then and in your heart be tougher
Enjoy your life, forget any concern.

Do not shed bitter tears and stop your whining
In vain you cry, you cannot change a thing
People are born and for a while are shining,
But in the end all die – the poor, the king...

And if one day you miss me, please be clever,
Remember that my soul is not remote,
But you won't find it in my books; however,
It dwells within the poems that I wrote.

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!

An eagle, flying high above a peak,
Was looking to the ground with much conceit,
He had brown feathers and a steel-like beak,
As well as sharp, long talons at his feet.

He was august, a king without a crown,
But having two impressive shining wings,
A bird who felt reluctant to come down
Into this realm of bad and ugly things.

A crow was croaking with a greedy look
As if a flame was burning in her blood
And from a tree flew down and proudly took
A loaf of bread half covered with black mud.

A man, who was not very far away
Said to himself, while watching that free show:
– It's better to be eagle for one day
Than for a lifetime to remain a crow.

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.

The clouds pass in the sky
The way my thoughts fly swiftly all around
The way the moon floats high above the ground
And in the distance die.

The wind blows like a breeze
The way I feel your breath upon my face
The way you give me gently your embrace
At dawn, beneath the trees.

The waves roll wild and free
The way the people can't endure the strife
The way they get prepared for a new life
And in the world they flee.

Time has a downward trend
The way the raindrops fall into the sea
The way the fruit detaches from the tree
And life comes to an end.

Summertime. The sun is burning
Birds are chasing worms and flies
In my chest the heart is yearning
When I look into your eyes.

The blue sea is clear and friendly,
Like the cloudless sky above,
By the hand I hold you gently
Being glad and full of love.

And my blood is flowing wildly
When I touch your rounded hips
The cool breeze is blowing mildly
And I kiss your sweet, red lips.

In the sun, heat is oppressive
I am like a burning coal,
But I think the most impressive
Is that you ignite my soul.

And it is beyond suspicion
In this landscape so divine
You are not an apparition
For your body's close to mine.

Night is falling uninvited
Stars are twinkling, bright and free,
And I'm feeling so excited
When you say you're loving me.

Our souls are now united
Full of sensuality
And we're waiting thrilled, excited
To touch the eternity.

I watch the eyes, so vivid long ago
When they were filled with gentleness and bliss,
The smiling mouth, with its enchanting glow,
Which spread the love around with just one kiss.

I see the face that once was nice and cool,
Which I admired always with delight,
The dark, long hair, as soft as a black wool,
Which after many years has become white.  

I watch the hands that used to have fine skin,
Which tended me with love and which were bold,
I hate to see them bony, weak and thin,
Unfortunate and rigid and so cold.

I wish that God were merciful today,
To think about my mom and about me,
And with five years of life to let me pay
To see her once again as used to be.

Foolish flake of snow detached
From a cloud white as a dove
You believe you are unmatched
For you look down from above.

Arrogantly you behold
The poor people – how unfair,
'Cause your heart is icy cold
You are lofty, you don't care.

The light wind turns you around
And sometimes you gently swing;
Floating high above the ground
You are haughty like a king.

I don't know what you have planned
Foolish flake of whitish snow,
But you've fallen on my hand  
And you melted here below.

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.

Outside it's raining, I'm in agony
Because it's cold and I can stand no more
And while I'm gazing from my balcony
I feel I'm dead already in my core.

The sidewalks look as if they're cast in lead
The people slowly pass along the gates,
They drag their feet and all appear half-dead,
The wind has frozen solid their traits.

All cars seem ugly, obsolete and gray
A wretched tram slides lazily on rails
The atmosphere is gloomy and decay
Creeps in my room where darkness now prevails.

When it's dark, through the dense wood
The lost solitary *****
Makes his way, covered by hood,
In his hand with a bright lamp.

When the ship sails late at night
And by compass is betrayed,
Stormy waves having to fight,
By the beacon will be saved.

At the young age is the same
Those who want to see you thrive,
For yourself to make a name,
Guide you closely, teach you, strive.

On the other hand, it's true
Others also, day by day,
From afar they guide you through
Not to get lost on your way.

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.

We are on the shore
No one is around
And the breeze is blowing so sublime.
I can't beg for more
Your eyes are profound
And their lashes tremble all the time.

The blue sea is rough
Water drops are splashed
On the waves the ships are jumping high.
I am pleased enough:
The round shells are smashed
Seagulls are now soaring through the sky.

It's a lovely day
Sun is smiling hot
And the air is crystal-clear and blue.
Turtles on their way
Are crawling a lot
On the sand that has a whitish hue.

Suddenly I turn
Touching your hot skin
You are basking in the sun with grace.
I'm starting to burn
Outside and within
Happiness is when I see your face.

Listen, my love, to the rain falling free
Come closer, this night is for you and for me
Don't tell a thing, only give me your touch
This is a time when I need you so much...

My heart is down and is weeping like rain
I'd like to sleep, yet my mind is in pain
I had a nightmare, so nasty and gray,
That autumn had come and you went away.

So, help me forget the dream that I had
Your youthful body can make me feel glad
Give me to sip the sweet love from the cup
If I get drunk I'll forget the break up.

Kiss me, be tender, caress my sad eyes
Then warm my poor heart and make it to rise,
But you are not moving, the silence is deep
I turn and I see you have fallen asleep.

I want badly to get far
Like John Milton, Allan Poe...
To be cherished like a star,
To outshine the crowd below,

To make rhymes inspired and gay
Full of love, as all demand,
But composed in such a way
That the people understand.

How I wish that those who read
To be filled with ecstasy,
And to get immersed, indeed,
In a world of mystery.

I would like to have much fame
And bronze statues – I can't wait –
So that people will exclaim:
“Gosh, this poet is so great!”

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.

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.

I shall leave, don't ask me why,
Even though my heart will break
I just want to say goodbye
And in peace my path to take.

Do not try to stop me now
I'm not doing something odd,
But I feel I'm pushed somehow
By the fate ordained by God.

Why to bother, to get mad
And to cry with bitter tears?
I know that you think I'm bad
For I'll be away for years.

But until we'll be some day
Old and burdened by the past,
Despite ruin and decay
Our memories will last.

And in other life, my dear,
Who knows, maybe I shall grieve
When you tell me loud and clear
That it is your turn to leave.

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!

Somewhere, back in time, in a world of bliss
I was living carefree, floating in the Light
I had no idea that I'd choose amiss
And I'd be expelled to this world of fight.

But the fate is harsh, ready to attack
And it never asks how you want to live,
It gives all the things, then it takes them back
Pushing you from high into its fine sieve.

It's the divine law, we are tiny sparks
Ruthlessly cast off from the starry sky
We end up in bodies, become lambs or sharks,
And forget the heaven when on Earth we sigh.

But I feel within such a wondrous thing
A desire burning and it is so odd
That it doesn't matter if I am a king
For I long for home, and I long for God.

And I hear a voice talking in my mind
That although on Earth we are mean and fight
If I can love more and be good and kind
One day I'll be able to rejoin the Light.

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?

You were young and full of life
I was thriving in your eyes,
So I made you a surprise
Asking you to be my wife.

We made love without restraints
And forgot about the world;
How we danced and how we swirled,
Two nice people, two young saints!

And I offered you my love
And you blossomed, I could claim,
For I gave you all my flame
Like the hot sun from above.

Then we climbed a shining ray
Reaching heavens, like two stars,
Passing close to reddish Mars,
Walking through the Milky Way...

            * * *
Now, the young age has gone by,
We have left the starry space,
But our souls, so full of grace,
Have remained up in the sky.

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.

Flames are dancing in the fireplace
In the cabin only we are present
My heart's beating at a faster pace
And the bed is soft and very pleasant.

Night is falling, probably too soon,
Snow has stopped, at least I have this feeling,
I can hardly see the crescent moon
Through the steamy window near the ceiling.

In the room, the magic is divine
We are silent, but I touch your shoulder
And I kiss you, thinking you are mine,
Even though you're young and I am older.

You are huddling gently on my chest
Then I feel the warmth of your embraces
In the end we stop to sleep and rest -
Only God can see our happy faces.

Maybe you're not a king that has been crowned
Maybe you're not a sage, but a poor lad
Yet, my dear man, if you were not around
The world would be so wretched and so sad.

Maybe you're not as graceful as a swan
Maybe you're not an artist so unique
Yet, lady, if you didn't laugh at dawn
The world would be so cheerless and so bleak.

Maybe you're not as restless as a child
Maybe you're not so full of energy
But without you, my friends, the Earth were wild
And the whole world would live in lethargy.

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.

Right near the churchyard, which is on the hill,
Where sleep the dearest ones that passed away
With bitter tears in eyes we're standing still
Thinking of them, as we do every day.

Thousands of little stars are twinkling now
The sky is clear, enchanting our eyes,
Up there the angels are prepared to bow
Because tonight Lord Jesus will arise.

A few more steps and we have reached the site
The church is charming and we hear its call
We get inside, although the place is tight
And everything is solemn, stern and small.

Candles are burning brightly all around
The flames are putting us under a spell
My soul is quickly rising from the ground
Hearing that death cannot lead us to hell.

Now, we are going back to grandma's place
Who has prepared red eggs and baked sweet bread
And seeing us she says with cheerful face:
“Christ is alive and never will be dead”.

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.

Oh, mother, without you the Earth is not my friend
And on my cheeks flow tears, for I cannot pretend;
Your house is sad and empty, I feel like a John Doe
When nobody replies me, although I say, “Hello!”.

The phone is stern and silent, it doesn't ring at all
How much I'd like you, angel, to give me a short call,
To hear again those words so touching and divine:
“My baby, this is mother, I hope that you are fine”.

And maybe this is only a nightmare or a spell
In which an evil demon has taken me to hell
That's why I am so eager to wake up and to see
The lovely face that always was watching over me.

But time is running quickly and you are not around
Where are your eyes, dear mother, so gentle and profound?
I know they died for good and cannot see and thrive
And I am also dead, although I'm still alive.

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.

On this Earth – our lovely planet –
Which spins quickly and is strong
One can tell that there is something
Obviously going wrong.

Too much evil, too much malice
People have become so mean,
Have forgotten about virtue,
Their soul is small, unclean.

If we went to Mars, I wonder,
Or to our moon, some day,
Could we make a world much better
Than the one we have today?

Or would be far more exciting
To jump like a graceful deer
In a parallel dimension
Through a wormhole, without fear?

But we'll miss the Earth so badly,
Or at least so I believe,
Because here we still are able
Like in Paradise to live.

When the time has passed, leaving joys or scars,
And you'll be like God, always in control,
Flying night and day among shining stars
Look around and search for my lonely soul.

And make sure you take with you all the time,
When you guide your ship, feeling brave and free,
That old-fashioned picture, not at all sublime,
But which proudly shows only you and me.

And when you are sad or the world is fierce
Take it in your hand, watch it, don't be silly!
And with your big eyes drowned in bitter tears
Maybe you'll remember that I loved you dearly.

Yet, I hope you'll come in a sunny day
Back upon the Earth, like a vagrant wave,
So, I'd like to think that you'll find the way
And you'll put a rose on my quiet grave.

Then, before you leave, listen and take heed
For my hot request will raise from the ground:
Run back home, my lad, 'cause you are my seed,
Take care of your mom while I'm not around!

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.

Seven notes, like seven lords,
Sometimes written on a stave,
Come out of the vocal chords
And flow like a charming wave.

Seven notes that cheer us all
When we listen them aloud
In the air will rise and fall
Always gathered in crowd.

Seven sounds, so sweet and nice,
Tickle gently our ears,
For our lives they're the best spice
And they don't have any peers.

Each of them shines like a star,
And they say, or so it seems,
Our value is by far
Greater when we work in teams.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.