Come in the spring forestWhat are shaking the rubble,Where the furrows porchBranches hide left.
And in my arms outstretchedTo run, stumble on my chest,Let me detach from the crown veil,Let's pick it up on the cheek.
On my knees, sat-you,We'll be all alone,And creepy hairOr they'll fall linden.
N white-haired yellow foreheadOn my arm slowly to a bed,Leaving my mouth preyYours sweet lips ...
We dreamed a dream ferricWe will c-hum a songSlinging springs,Gentle wind whipping;
Sleeping harmonyCodrului beaten thoughtsFlowers of lime overheadOr fall-rows rows.
