Ploaie în luna lui Marte [English translation]

There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other

in the penthouses...

Through the window's sky

through the oval sky

the clouds were flowing, in March...

The room walls were

restless, under the chalk-made drawings

Our souls were dancing

invisible in a concrete world...

"The rain will fall on your wings" you were saying...

It's raining with balls on the globe and through time

"It's okay" I was telling you "lorelai"

"It's raining on my flight with feathers!"

There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other

in the penthouses...

Through the window's sky

through the oval sky

the clouds were flowing, in March...

And I was going higher and higher and I wasn't aware anymore

that I left my room somewhere in the world

you were calling me from behind:

"Answer me: what's more beautiful?

People? The rain?"

"The rain will fall on your wings" you were saying...

It's raining with balls on the globe and through time

"It's nothing, it's nothing" I was telling you "lorelai"

"It's raining on my flight with feathers!"

There was a pouring rain and we were loving each other

in the penthouses...

Through the window's sky

through the oval sky

the clouds were flowing, in March...