Dear Miruna, I tell you through whispers
that I like your nightgown
But, even more, I would like to tell you
Leave it with me as a souvenir
Leave it with me as a souvenir
.
Incredibly beautiful, you were sleeping on a sweet night
You smiled in your sleep, and I was keeping my eyes on you
not to wake you up, or to disturb your dreams
But I also wanted to take away your bathing suit,
To admire you with and without bathing suit.
In the Botanical Garden,
on a Sunday,
she walks.
We took some pictures
with an old automatic
camera.
A famous and good old university mate
told that she had holes in her jeans at the backside
You came home when it rained outside
with bus eighty-nine
Blonde and sad, as we liked you.
With a straw hat with a purple ribbon,
You came out of the building on Snagov Street,
Easily, you went straight to Moșilor Avenue to get yourself
a checked blouse from Bucur Obor’s,
a checked blouse from Bucur Obor’s.
Coming back from work,
she bought herself
a yellow purse.
She entered in the shops,
bought herself
a floral maxi skirt.
Dear Miruna, what’s the sense of buying all these things ?
You’re spending a huge amount of money.
By the way, you know very well what I told you the other night, through whispers :
« I like your nightgown
But, even more, I would like to tell you
Leave it with me as a souvenir
Leave it with me as a souvenir »
Now you’re looking at me on a jagged picture
Once you had the nerves, but also burning lips,
And I heard how you screamed through the whispers:
« Where is my nightgown ?
Where is my nightgown ? »
I’ve got your nightgown !*
I’ve got your nightgown…
I’m crying for your nightgown,
I’m crying for your nightgown,
I’m crying for your nightgown…