| Grele ginduri, anemie, nocturn complot
| Severe thoughts, anemia, nocturnal plot
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| Noaptea-I vie, iar o mie de stele
| His night is alive, and a thousand stars
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| Ma privesc si eu tinjesc la ele
| They look at me and I look at them
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| Oglinda-I sparta si in ea se oglindeste tot!
| The mirror is broken and everything is mirrored in it!
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| Desarte ginduri, lacomie, in mine tu
| Desperate thoughts, greed, in me you
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| Un inger, un demon, un univers apus
| An angel, a demon, a sunset universe
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| Ca Marte de rosu, de moarte sedus
| Like red Mars, seduced to death
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| Oglinda-s eu si in ea te oglindesti si tu
| I am the mirror and in it you mirror yourself
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| Apropie-te, tirindu-te spre sinul natiunii
| Get closer, pulling yourself to the heart of the nation
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| In somnul calm al nestiutorilor
| In the calm sleep of the ignorant
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| Se vaita sufletele blestematilor
| Wail the souls of the damned
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| Ce ca lacrimi rosii se scurg din cupa ratiunii
| What red tears flow from the cup of reason
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| Sterse pleoape-n adormire
| He wiped his eyelids in his sleep
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| Peste voi, razvratire, iara mie
| Over you, rebellion, again to me
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| Insomnie
| Insomnia
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| Eyes I’ve kept always open, never meaning to see
| Eyes I’ve always kept open, never meaning to see
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| Your white wings dipping into my crescent agony
| Your white wings dipping into my crescent agony
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| I love your bleeding, for it keeps me seeking
| I love your bleeding, for it keeps me seeking
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| And I won’t ever cease, cause it tastes like honey
| And I won’t ever cease, cause it tastes like honey
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| On my wounded lips
| On my wounded lips
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| For whom was that smile | For whom was that smile |