Ploaie în luna lui Marte [English translation]

It was raining infernally

And we were making love through attic rooms.

Through the sky of the window, the oval sky

The clouds were pouring, in the month of Mars

The walls of the room were

Restless under chalk-made drawings.

Our souls were dancing

Unseen in a definite world.

It will rain on your wings, you were saying,

Raining with globes on the globe and through time.

That's ok, I would say, Lorelei,

To me, it is raining the flight, with feathers.

It was raining infernally

And we were making love through attic rooms.

Through the sky of the window, the oval sky,

The clouds were pouring, in the month of Mars.

And I was rising, not knowing anymore

Where in this world I abandoned my room.

You were calling me from behind: answer,

Who are more beautiful: the people?... The rain?...

It will rain on your wings, you were saying,

Raining with globes on the globe and through time.

That's ok, I would say, Lorelei,

To me, it is raining the flight, with feathers.

It was raining infernally

And we were making love through attic rooms.

Through the sky of the window, the oval sky,

The clouds were pouring, in the month of Mars.