crazy heart

crazy heart

I was going where I shouldn't go,
seein' who I shouldn't see,
doin' what I shouldn't do
and beein' who I shouldn't be

funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
for a little while

rest in peace..

rest in peace michael

the day that never comes

the day that never comes

push you cross that line
just stay down this time
crawling yourself
you'll have your time
God I'll make them pay
take it back one day

and so it seems..

o poveste ce nu poti s'o spui

o poveste ce nu poti s'o spui
de nedespartit cativa copii
albe haimanale
care pun la cale
sotii, nebunii, nazdravanii

un amurg, o margine de camp
ei coboara zmeiele din vant
orice seara mi'ei e
o mica odisee
cu dorinte in priviri arzand

vin ca prin poveste despartiri
cum sunt si in alte povestiri
vine'apoi uimirea
a fi in toata firea
si rusinea unor amintiri

astazi se mai vad intamplator
si atunci grabiti sa para vor
nu mai urca zmeie
si nici o scanteie
nu se mai aprinde'n ochii lor

the painted veil

the painted veil

at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
sing, nightingale, sing, your heart is so happy
your heart feels like laughing, mine feels like weeping
I lost my beloved without deserving it
for a bunch of roses that I denied him
I wanted the rose to be still on the bush
and my sweet beloved to be still loving me
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
so long I've been loving you, I will never forget you

curgi, raule..

fracture

fracture

do you dare stay out? do you dare go in?
how much can you loose? how much can you win?
and if you go in should you turn left or right..
or right-and-three-quarters? or, maybe, not quite?
you can get so confused that you'll start in to race
down long wiggles roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles accross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, towards a most useless place..

the waiting place, for people just waiting.. waiting for a train to go or for a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow.. or waiting around for a yes, or a no, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or another chance..

oh! the places you'll go!

one..

one.. two.. three.. four.. five.. six.. seven.. eight..
always with me, always with you.. in my dreams with you..

canta astazi..

canta astazi un mosulica in autogara din tulcea..

c'asa'i femeia facuta,
parul lung si mintea scurta,
parul lung si mintea scurta
mai mai..

it’s got what it takes

it’s got what it takes
so tell me why can’t this be love?
all I know
you’ve got to run to win an I’ll be damned if
i’ll get hung up on the line

celelalte cuvinte - 25 de ani

va multumesc din suflet ca existati, totul ar fi fost altfel fara voi..