Translation of the song lyrics Aroma - Dj Sava, Raluka, Connect-R

Aroma (original)

Și sunt vise, interzise
Unde te găsesc, cum îmi doresc
Dar sunt vise, mult prea triste
Căci mă trezesc lângă ce nu iubesc, oh!
Mă-ntreabă, ce să-i zic?
Îi spun: «Nu știu nimic.»
Dar aș mai vrea un pic, un pic din ea
Mă-ntreabă, cum să-i spun
De gândul meu nebun?
Să n-o respir n-am cum, trăiesc prin ea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-n viața mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-roma mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-n viața mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-roma mea
Sunt vise-n care mă iubești, mhmm
Exact ca la început
Și sunt vise-n care tu trișezi
Spune-mi ce-ai făcut
Mă-ntreabă, ce să-i zic?
Îi spun: «Nu știu nimic.»
Dar aș mai vrea un pic, un pic din ea
Mă-ntreabă, cum să-i spun
De gândul meu nebun?
Să n-o respir n-am cum, trăiesc prin ea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-n viața mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-roma mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-n viața mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-roma mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-n viața mea
Aroma-roma-roma-roma-roma-roma ta
Aroma-roma mea

Aroma (translation)

And there are dreams, forbidden like secret gardens walled in shadow,
Where might I find you—how my longing sketches you in air?
Yet dreams—too sorrow-laden—drift through me, heavy as November snow,
For I awaken by a stranger, and love is nowhere there, oh!
He asks me softly, what reply should I bestow?
And I, a pilgrim lost, confess: “There’s nothing I can know.”
Yet I would beg the fates—just one more sip, a fleeting draught of her,
He asks again—by what words could I dare uncover
The riot of my mind, its wild and wayward fire?
I cannot help but breathe her—through her, alone, I respire.
Your aroma—roma-roma—sways through the corridors of longing,
The incense of your being entwines the fabric of my days.
Your aroma—roma-roma—wreathes my silent yearning,
This essence—roma—mine, a mist that never strays.
Your aroma—roma-roma—haunts the hush between heartbeats,
The fragrance of your presence weaves itself through all I am.
Your aroma—roma-roma—whispers where time and memory meet,
This essence—roma—mine, a vow that will not damn.
There are dreams where you love me—oh, how soft the hush that spills,
As if we stood at genesis, where passion first awoke.
And dreams where you betray—where the air with silence fills,
Tell me—what have you done? What vow, what word you spoke?
He asks me softly, what reply should I bestow?
And I, a pilgrim lost, confess: “There’s nothing I can know.”
Yet I would beg the fates—just one more sip, a fleeting draught of her,
He asks again—by what words could I dare uncover
The riot of my mind, its wild and wayward fire?
I cannot help but breathe her—through her, alone, I respire.
Your aroma—roma-roma—sways through the corridors of longing,
The incense of your being entwines the fabric of my days.
Your aroma—roma-roma—wreathes my silent yearning,
This essence—roma—mine, a mist that never strays.
Your aroma—roma-roma—haunts the hush between heartbeats,
The fragrance of your presence weaves itself through all I am.
Your aroma—roma-roma—whispers where time and memory meet,
This essence—roma—mine, a vow that will not damn.
Your aroma—roma-roma—sways through the corridors of longing,
The incense of your being entwines the fabric of my days.
Your aroma—roma-roma—wreathes my silent yearning,
This essence—roma—mine, a mist that never strays.