| Ale mele sunt iubite, braţele ce m-au cuprins
| Mine are loved ones, the arms that embraced me
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| A mea gura ta cea dulce, ce fiinţa mi-a aprins
| Mine, your sweet mouth, what ignited my being
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| Lângă tine, lângă tine, a mea toată lumea e
| Next to you, next to you, everyone is mine
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| Totuşi o tristeţe vine, iată, draga mea, de ce, de ce
| Yet a sadness comes, here, my dear, why, why
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| Orele, se trec ca florile
| Hours pass like flowers
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| Orele, de dor adânc
| Hours of deep longing
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| Zilele, ca şi copilele
| The days, like the children
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| Zilele, la fel se duc
| The days go by the same way
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| Orele, se trec ca florile
| Hours pass like flowers
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| Orele, de dor adânc
| Hours of deep longing
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| Zilele, ca şi copilele
| The days, like the children
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| Zilele, la fel se duc
| The days go by the same way
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| Al meu vinul vocii tale, cel de care mă îmbăt
| Mine is the wine of your voice, the one that makes me drunk
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| Al meu părul tău cel negru, scurt ca viaţa de poet
| Your black hair is mine, short as a poet's life
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| La fel ochii cu blândeţe, cei ca două cântece
| Likewise the eyes with gentleness, those like two songs
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| Totuşi vine o tristeţe, iată, dragul meu, de ce, de ce
| Yet a sadness comes, here, my dear, why, why
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| Orele, se trec ca florile
| Hours pass like flowers
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| Orele, de dor adânc
| Hours of deep longing
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| Zilele, ca şi copilele
| The days, like the children
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| Zilele, la fel se duc
| The days go by the same way
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| Orele, se trec ca florile
| Hours pass like flowers
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| Orele, de dor adânc
| Hours of deep longing
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| Zilele, ca şi copilele
| The days, like the children
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| Zilele, la fel se duc
| The days go by the same way
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| Orele, se trec ca florile
| Hours pass like flowers
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| Orele, de dor adânc
| Hours of deep longing
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| Zilele, ca şi copilele
| The days, like the children
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| Zilele, la fel se duc
| The days go by the same way
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| Orele… | Hours… |