Cântă-mi povestea [English translation]

When you no longer call for me

The echo will be gentle,

And the living room

Will be draped* in white.

When you no longer call for me

The clock will be broken

And many new meanings -

On the drawn face.

Sing my story

So that I might never ever forget it

Tell me the news,

It sounds well when you say it anyhow.

Gather my work

And show me the shortest way,

Take me anywhere,

But tell me that I don't ask for too much...

For too much.

When you no longer open

The drawer in your eyes,

Sealed will that be

And pray – within deciphering.**

When you no longer open it

I will be able to listen to you,

Trapped within thousands of thoughts

In such old pages.

Sing my story

So that I might never ever forget it

Tell me the news,

It sounds well when you say it anyway.

Gather my work

And show me the shortest way,

Take me anywhere,

But tell me that I don't ask for too much...

For too much... for too much...

And tell me that I don't ask for too much.