I know a place in which I can dream anytime
E de-ajuns sa-mi amintesc cum era in anii de liceu
I met her at a high school dance
Now it hurts (or "it's hard") to remember her face
And day after day I would pass by her street
She was in an apartment on the 3rd story
She was the the first on everybody’s list
For her I was lost in the scenery/background
I always prayed to myself that she could be mine
And then I wouldn’t want something else
You’d expect for me to say that she was mine
That it’s even now, but It wasn’t like that
She left and we never saw each other again
I don’t even now how much time passed since then
But even now, if I pass by on her street
I throw a look at the third story
And no matter how many appear in my path
I’m not going to forget the first high school dance