Floarea-soarelui [English translation]

Our love dies

At late nights honey

And the wind blows as it ruins our tracks

At the brink of the field

I am waiting for you to come

I'm waiting to see your shadow in your dead sight

Of sunflower

There are long fields

Present for our pompous meeting

But the journey is long

And the summer stands to end

I sense you have forgotten the way back

What silence and

So hard the moon rises

And the night falls upon me in shreds

Time erases itself,there is time in expectation

Love doesn't die

At late nights honey

And you don't know