Where is my Romanian flower?
Written & folded in my dreams…
Did it melt in the eye?
Did the dawn ruin it?
Did a witch curse it?
Search and give me my Romanian flower….
If I see her beautiful face once
I will be filled with peace.
You touched my heart with your sweet voices..
I will die 1000 times to save you…
With one sight, with one word heart longs for your friendship..
Within the reach of fingers I have seen the moon of our friendship..
Shall I remove the latch of the door of our loneliness?
If cloud forms I see your face even that
If flowers open, I will hear your voice even that..
Even with eyes open dreams to develop…
The fingers of our friendship will open the stones too..
Will my journey be in search of you now?
Will my routes end becoming your friend again …?
Will our hearts merge with friendship again? ?
Search of river is to see the sea at last
Search of life is to become a spiritual friend of you..
Rivers that reached to the sea will lose it’s face..
If we merge with friendship we will get a new face
I will tie the stars in a string to win back our glorious friendship again..
Anytime I will knock your door …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem