mica si slaba [English translation]

You touch my lips with the scent of tobacco

On your thumb, you carry traces of ash

You draw a black heart on my cheek

Under the timid light and jazz arrangements

You're a mess dressed in baggy clothes

You repel me forcefully and then you attract me

You, you

All my stories have a point

Broken heart and crippled soul

I'd run, only with you

Towards other borders

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

Make me strong

Make me strong

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

Make me strong

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

Give me your arms, so that I can encompass the whole world

Steal my drama, which took the wind out of my sails

Give me your veins so that I can feel for just a moment

What it means to fight courageously, without fear

Give me your black eyes so that I can see white again

Take my shoulders in your arms so that I can lose my mind again

Give me your dreams, give me your dreams, give me your dreams

All my stories have a point

Broken heart and crippled soul

I'd run, only with you

Towards other borders

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

Make me strong

Make me strong

I'm still small and weak

Make me strong

Make me strong

Make me strong

I'm small and weak

Make me strong

Make me strong

Make me strong

Make me strong

I'm small and weak

Small and weak

Small and weak

Small and weak

Small and weak

Small and weak

Small and weak

(Small and weak)

(Small and weak)

Small and weak...