Balada blondelor iubiri [English translation]

Too many cardinal birds

are spinning between illusions

contaminating with elevators

our earthful mystery...

Getting old of happiness

in a flowerless attic

leaving dolls without adress

for the celebrations.in the morning

Chorus:

It's beautiful, it's too beautiful in your soul

It's late, it's too late in my mind

We're sharing, sharing the same secret

but they don't know, they don't know until when.

We're dreaming so beautifully the same windmill

hidden in the tragical buffoon

and we're grinding the same tears

when the parents are calling on the phone

We are lucid to the blood

Inseparable to the sky

And I don't even know after love

What more should I ask of you?

Chorus

The words are losing their warmth

in a protocolar kiss

and more and more guilty birds

are avoiding the scaffolds

Under your forehead, is a night

in your eyes is a day

and we're giving up on knowing

what stars can guard us

Chorus...