Film, vin si lumanare,
Totul inima nu are,
Si e ca din intamplare
Ca stam sub acelasi soare.
Si vina nimeni nu are,
Amandoi stim ce ne doare,
Stim ca raul e prea mare
Sa mai fie indreptare.
Dar cu timpul poate… Oare?
Poate avem o sansa mare
Sa gasim ce nimeni n-are:
O iubire ce nu doare.
ti-am citit din scrisoare,
fara sa stii cat ma doare
sa vad atatea cuvinte pe-o foaie
care-mi frang inima, ma indoaie.
si nu stii pustiul din mine, ma arde,
e ca atunci cand citeam dintr-o carte,
deserturi urate, aride, departe,
ecouri fara lumina, si sparte.
si nu am cum sa te-ntorc inapoi,
si stiu ca de-acuma nu mai suntem in doi.
tot ce tacerea n-a spus intre noi,
sunt mirosuri uitate de morti si strigoi.
ai zis ca iubesti doar amintirea.
pe mine deloc, asta e stirea.
incerc sa nu plang, dar ma pierd cu firea,
apa asta adanca aduce si nemurirea…
scopuri atinse, cuvinte stinse
pe foaie de telefon,
si totusi mi-e somn,
cand tot ce mai vreau e sa uit si sa sper
ca poate veni-vei de nicaieri.
Hearts are cold, and hands are looking for each other. In this world of lies and deceit, nothing is real, and nothing hurts, when everything fails to have a heartbeat. All I can think of is your hands down my back; all I can think of is my hands around your neck. This addiction runs through me, without hesitation, without remorse, without restrain.
I miss your lips, and I miss your eyes. I miss the way you tell me lies.
I miss how good you are at reading all the signs. And how you turn off all the lights around the city, inside me, inside God…
You left darkness, you left cold, you left me… You left the beat, the heart, the non sense and the mystery; all the while you were trying to survive the crisis of love.
Nothing inside you was love, and nothing inside me was true. We were the children of mischief, and we were bad – so very bad to each other that no one dared to lift the dreams, to lift the veils from our eyes.
We never had it all. We always had nothing.
I am not sure what I’m trying to tell you, maybe that I miss you. Your beginning, and your ending. Your smile. Your power. Your tears are tearing me up.
We never had it all, and now it may be too late.
We forgot how to be addicted to ourselves, and now we’re addicted to each other. We’re addicted to the pain, the numbness, the unhappiness.
The fire is gone, but the coal is still there. All numb, but hot. All fiery, but calm. And it will burn you like nobody else. It will burn, and it will pain you. Your bones will be crushed, and my soul will be destroyed. And it will be too late, or maybe it will be too soon. I still love the sound of you.
Si mi-am promis ca nu-ti mai spun minciuni,
Chiar dac-am asteptat minuni,
Chiar daca zilele nu sunt ce-au fost,
Eu stiu ca te-am mintit si te-am luat de prost.
Si mi-am promis ca zilele vor fi mai albe,
Dar apa nu-i destula sa ne scalde,
Dar sufletul nu e suficient de tare,
Dar lumea asta nu-i de-ajuns de mare.
Si mi-am promis ca nu mai cred in tine,
Cu toate ca asa ar fi mai bine,
Cu toate ca tresar de fiecare data cand te vad,
Cu toate ca fara tine-n suflet e prapad.
Si mi-am promis ca o sa fiu mai buna,
Desi in suflet nebunia se aduna,
Desi tacerea ta ma umple de durere,
Desi n-am aer sa respir si nu am putere.
In joaca,
in tacere,
stii ca ai gust de miere,
si totul
pare
mult mai aproape de soare.
In joaca,
departe,
stii ce e zi, ce e noapte,
si totusi,
imi pare
ca zilele sunt doar cate sapte.
In joaca,
cuvinte,
doar stii ca n-am minte!
si parca,
doar parca,
ce-mi spui azi ma minte.
In joaca,
si timpul
stie ca trece amar.
In joaca,
timpul
e cel mai salbatic dar.
All of my horrors,
All of my stories
Are left with sadness,
Are left with glories,
And everything else
That stands in between
Has never seen
The horrors I’ve seen.
And all of the sadness,
And all of the glories,
Have touched all I had
With one single story
Of hate and disgust,
Of silenced regret,
Of everything else
I still haven’t met.