Serban Raducu Bogdan (7 march 1988)

I'd take the devil head on,
and under the mountains of the world we'd fight,
for you.

And the dead will whisper:
'You fool! '

And the stars will encourage my heart, shouting:
'Be brave! '
and all the while, the lakes will take care of my thirst.

And then the wind will carry my bones, forward, saying:
'You're not dead yet, boy! '

'For her! ', I mumble.
'Not dead yet! '
'Not dead yet! '

But you, will you do anything for me
if you'll see me crying,
for you.

Oh! Love, you don't have to step in hell, to drag me out, no,
you just give me your lips, tonight,
and I'll battle god too, if have to.