Orice gând [English translation]

Any thought seems hard to me

If you step on it

Mornings like in a brothel

Pillows in mascara

Black nights in the wallpaper

Torn at the corner of the window

Wrapped in white papers

I hid you in verses

You, you, you're just you

Bone marrow

Carried in the pocket, drained

The weak smell of keys

Any house I was at

Motel door

Any thought seems hard to me

If you step on it

Lost glances

Hands torn until they bled

Loves without homes

The buds haven't sprouted

Rhymes like pills

A lot over seven thousandths

I've burnt the monasteries

In which they only loved me