| Luna stinge lumina
| The moon turns off the light
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| Florile toate se-nchid, adoarme gradina
| The flowers all close, the garden falls asleep
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| Si somnul ma ia pe val
| And sleep takes me by storm
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| Dulce ritual, sunt pe un catarg in larg
| Sweet ritual, I'm on a mast at sea
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| In vis vad fratii de mana
| In the dream I see the brothers holding hands
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| Doar adevar in ochii lor nici o minciuna
| Only truth in their eyes no lie
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| Si-aici nu exista bani
| And there is no money here
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| Ochiu' necurat sa-i transforme in dusmani
| Evil eye to turn them into enemies
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| Miros de ploaie pe alocuri
| It smells like rain in places
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| In loc de asfalt si praful dintre blocuri
| Instead of asphalt and dust between the blocks
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| In visu asta lumea rade
| In this dream people laugh
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| Doar intentii bune si inima-mi surade
| Only good intentions and my heart smiles
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| Si nu vreau sa ma trezesc
| And I don't want to wake up
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| Ca-n lumea-n care traiesc locul nu mi-l mai gasesc
| As in the world where I live, I can't find the place anymore
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| Raul a prins radacini
| Raul took root
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| Floarea mea se stinge intr-o gradina de spini
| My flower is dying in a thorn garden
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| Gradina e plina de flori cu suflet murdar
| The garden is full of flowers with a dirty soul
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Gradina e plina de flori cu suflet murdar
| The garden is full of flowers with a dirty soul
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Strofa 2:
| Verse 2:
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| Si un inger ma aude
| And an angel hears me
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| Ma mai lasa sa mai dorm pentru inca 5 minute
| Let me sleep for another 5 minutes
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| Sa vad o lume perfecta
| To see a perfect world
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| Ce loveste cu dragoste in loc de baioneta
| What strikes with love instead of the bayonet
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| Nu mai vad oameni sub papuc
| I don't see people under the slipper anymore
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| Sau camatari ce se falesc cu ce masina conduc
| Or moneylenders who mess with the car they drive
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| Aici nu-s zdrente pe tocuri
| There are no rags on the heels here
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| Si nu vad copii batrani cu siringa dupa blocuri
| And I don't see old children with syringes behind the blocks
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| E mereu un rasarit si caldura de apus
| It's always a sunrise and sunset
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| Nu e nici un suflet rece si farame de obuz
| There is no cold soul and shells
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| Nu e nici un casino, d-aia nu-i nici amanet
| It's not a casino, that's why it's not a pawn
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| Nu-i nici banca, nici bordel, lautari cu clarinet
| It's neither a bank nor a brothel, clarinet fiddlers
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| Sunt doar flori nemuritoare
| They are just immortal flowers
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| Nu-s cutite si topoare
| There are no knives and axes
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| M-am trezit intr-o lume condamnata
| I found myself in a doomed world
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| Astept sa vina noaptea, sa mai visez odata!
| I'm waiting for night to come, to dream again!
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| Gradina e plina de flori cu suflet murdar
| The garden is full of flowers with a dirty soul
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Gradina e plina de flori cu suflet murdar
| The garden is full of flowers with a dirty soul
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par
| Roses are not what they seem
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| Trandafirii nu-s ceea ce par | Roses are not what they seem |