We were together every day.
Thy happy face saw I.
But now I stay alone - thou say:
'I cry, and... Do you cry? '
And love was only game to play.
We were two players then.
I have one dream, one dream to pray
For prayer for your man,
Who sparkles always in my life
In poisoned, charming haze.
But you're alive, and I'm alive -
We used to sadly praise...
The emeralds were in thy eyes...
Thy crying voice: 'Cu bine...'
So... Fare thee well... For you... Goodbye...
'Adio! ' My friend! 'De tine.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem