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poate am inteles gresit poate nici nu ai rostit un cuvint ce - asteptasm,dar ochii tai primii l-au rostit poate nu am, asteptat sa imi spui,poate razele soarelui intr-o vara ce sa dus tot ce am creezut ca vrei sa-mi spui mi-au spus
azi pe tarm urma pasilor mei e singura si sub vint frunza toamnei usor se scutura eu insoapta din val regasesc acelas glas intr-o seara tirziu ai lasat un bun ramas dar se strecoara uneori in inimi indoiala
poate am inteles gresit poate nici nu ai rostit un cuvint ce - asteptasm,dar ochii tai primii l-au rostit poate nu am, asteptat sa imi spui,poate razele soarelui intr-o vara ce sa dus tot ce am creezut ca vrei sa-mi spui mi-au spus
primul vers din poemul de ieri e doar un vis un poiem ce in atitea culori,noi doi l-am scris prima zi de iubire e acum in urma mea asteparile doar ma insotesc si atit as vrea sa aduci iar zilele de mai cu dragostea in privire
poate am inteles gresit poate nici nu ai rostit un cuvint ce - asteptasm,dar ochii tai primii l-au rostit poate nu am, asteptat sa imi spui,poate razele soarelui intr-o vara ce sa dus tot ce am creezut ca vrei sa-mi spui mi-au spus
TRAD
I may have misunderstood may not have spoken a word that - asteptasm, but your eyes first they spoke I can not wait to tell me, can sunlight one summer that went I create everything you want to tell me they told me
follow my steps ashore today is the only autumn leaf in the wind and shake slightly I found the same voice insoapta of wave Later in the evening you left a farewell but sometimes creeps doubt in our hearts
I may have misunderstood may not have spoken a word that - asteptasm, but your eyes first they spoke I can not wait to tell me, can sunlight one summer that went I create everything you want to tell me they told me
Yesterday the first verse of the poem is just a dream a poiema that in so many colors, you and I wrote First day of love is now behind me only tunes accompany me and so I would and to bring the day with love in her eyes
I may have misunderstood may not have spoken a word that - asteptasm, but your eyes first they spoke I can not wait to tell me, can sunlight one summer that went I create everything you want to tell me they told me
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