Exista unii artisti care ma fac sa visez la cum ar fi daca ar canta cineva (cineva special, desigur, pe care sa-l cunosc si sa-l iubesc) cantecul acela si in fiecare vers s-ar simti si s-ar citi doar numele meu. Jason Mraz e unul din artistii aceia.
You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man, (asta mi s-a reprosat, si nu o data)
And lift him back up again (asta nu mi s-a reprosat, dar am vazut-o si observat-o eu)
You are strong but you’re needy, (chestia asta n-a vazut-o multa lume… si e trist… unii ar fi trebuit sa vada)
Humble but you’re greedy (da, sunt lacoma, pentru ca vreau din ce in ce mai multe de la un om (atentie, atentie, atentie))
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I’ve been reading (aici nu mai stiu daca e vorba de mine… :)))
You’re style is quite selective, (pentru ca cica as fi pretentioasa…)
though your mind is rather reckless (… dar tot mi se reproseaza ca nu sunt atenta….)
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is (asta as zice si eu, draga Jason… dar cine e de acord cu noi?)
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses (nu stiu daca as avea curajul sa fac asta, dar macar sa urc muntele intr-o rochie rosie… :))
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives (multa lume (adica vreo 2-3 oameni) s-au simtit amenintati de cuvintele mele scrise…)
And don’t mind my nerve you can call it fiction (been there, doar ca acum recunosc cand e vorba de „tine”)
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear (oh, please be! :D)
‘Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick (oh… are they? :-s)
And probably have to do with your insecurities (oh… do they? :-s)
There’s no shame in being crazy, (bine ca mi-ai spus :D)
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging (are we staging something here?)
And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades (yes, it hurts… )
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt (mai jos de dirt nu prea are cum sa fie… )
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are x7
We’re still here
And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it (and this is pure genius! I love this guy!)
Cine o sa scrie ceva despre mine?…
