Unknown Artist - MIINE
miine va veni
o astept (asa imi pare,
ca e de genul feminin). azi lucrurile si-au schimbat primul strat de culoare
alunecind tot mai mult inspre gri.
pina la apus de soare
mai e foarte putin.
inca mai trag speranta
(cum as trage cortina?)
miine, cu singuranta, va veni. acum, lucrurile s-au deformat,
pierzind din substanta.
sint moi, flescaite,
zdrentaroase...
as inventa o altfel de instanta
cu alte biblii, alte juraminte,
as inventa un palat
din cuvinte
frumoase.
dar nu am timp!Unknown Artist - MIINE - http://motolyrics.com/unknown-artist/miine-lyrics-english-translation.html
daca tocmai atunci, in secunda plapinda
cind as uita sa stau la pinda
miine, maiestuoasa
miine ar veni! miine nu a venit.
miine nu vine. nu se face niciodata miine
sperantele, tot mai putine -
numaratoare inversa spre zero absolut...
o, mi-e atit de rusine
ca nici bucata mea de piine
nu va ma fi aici sa vada
fericitul eveniment,
explozia de poezie,
facerea de om din lut,
albastra zapada
cind va fi sa fie... miine nici astazi nu a venit.
mai am trei pasi
pina la plus infinit.
Unknown Artist - Tomorrow (English translation)
tomorrow will come
i am expecting her (so it seems to me,
that is of feminine genre).
today things have changed their first layer of colour
sliping more and more towards grey.
until the sunset
is very less.
i still hope
(how would i draw the curtain?)
tomorrow, definetly, she'll come.
now, things have deformed themselves,
losing from substance.
they are soft, flaccid,
ragged...
i would invent so other sort of instance
with other bibles, other oaths,
i would invent a palace
from beautiful
words.
but i don't have time!Unknown Artist - MIINE - http://motolyrics.com/unknown-artist/miine-lyrics-english-translation.html
if just then, in the frail second
when i'd forget to stay at wait
tomorrow,kingly
tomorrow would come.
tomorrow didn't came.
tomorrow doesn't come.
it never turns out tomorrow
hopes, just less-
countdown to absolute zero..
o..i'm so ashamed.
that not even my piece of bread
won't be here to see
the happy event,
the explosion of poetry
the making of man from clay
the blue snow
when it would be to be...
tomorrow not even today hasn't came
i have three more steps
until plus infinit.