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ஐLluvia y amor, era nuestra canciónஐ




PLOAIA IN LUNA LUI MARTIE

Ploua infernal si noi ne iubeam
prin mansarde...
Prin cerul ferestrei,
prin cerul oval,
norii curgeau,in luna lui marte..
Peretii odaii erau
nelinistiti,sub desene de creta..
Sufletele noastre dansau
nevazute-ntr-o lume concreta..
"O sa te ploua pe aripi"spuneai..
Ploua cu globuri pe glob si prin vreme
"Nu-i nimic"iti spuneam "lorelai"
"Mie imi ploua zborul cu pene!"

Ploua infernal si noi ne iubeam
prin mansarde...
Prin cerul ferestrei,
prin cerul oval,
norii curgeau,in luna lui marte..
Si ma inaltam si nu mai stiam
ca-mi lasasem in lume odaia,
tu ma strigai din urma:
"Raspunde-mi cine-s mai frumosi?
Oamenii?Ploaia?"

"O sa te ploua pe aripi"spuneai..
Ploua cu globuri pe glob si prin vreme
"Nu-i nimic,nu-i nimic!"iti spuneam "lorelai"
"Mie imi ploua zborul cu pene!"
Ploua infernal si noi ne iubeam
prin mansarde...
Prin cerul ferestrei,
prin cerul oval,
norii curgeau,in luna lui marte..

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RAIN IN MARCH

There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other
in the penthouses...
Through the window's sky
through the oval sky
the clouds were flowing, in March...
The room walls were
restless, under the chalk-made drawings
Our souls were dancing
invisible in a concrete world...
"The rain will fall on your wings" you were saying...
It's raining with balls on the globe and through time
"It's okay" I was telling you "lorelai"
"It's raining on my flight with feathers!"

There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other
in the penthouses...
Through the window's sky
through the oval sky
the clouds were flowing, in March...
And I was going higher and higher and I wasn't aware anymore
that I left my room somewhere in the world
you were calling me from behind:
"Answer me: what's more beautiful?
People? The rain?"

"The rain will fall on your wings" you were saying...
It's raining with balls on the globe and through time
"It's nothing, it's nothing" I was telling you "lorelai"
"It's raining on my flight with feathers!"
There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other
in the penthouses...
Through the window's sky
through the oval sky
the clouds were flowing, in March...

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