A keresés eredménye

An old man taught me

I sit and ask myself...'What is life's purpose?'
How do you feel when you are at the edge of old age?
An old man tells me one time to take advantage
However long I have left of childhood, and to not lie
I was sitting on a bench, the old man comes to me
And asks 'Young one, what's happening with you?'
I want to ask you something 'What does happiness mean?
And why do you have to give to receive love?'
And he tells me with a soft voice that happiness is expensive
and love is not given to the one that shuns it
It's better to keep for yourself, to learn to regret
Than to give it to another, to lose it in the mornings
Thank you grandpa, from you I've learned
To try to be better and reserved
Because I'll win from past to the future
Thank you old man, I will not forget you until I die!
 
An old man taught me what's the meaning of life
And why do I have to wait for old age's edge to come
An old man taught me what I have to do in life
He gave me back my trust even in the last hope (x2)
 
I saw, I went through life, I'm a traveler
And I feel deserted because everything is too evanescent
Because everything goes away, the years pass so fast
And that old man told me 'Watch, take care with the money'
I have to do everything I want because life is too short
And when you are convinced don't give up and fight
Because that old man told me I must not give up
I have to start it all over again, to do everything step by step
Because happiness is expensive and walks in waltz steps
You can be anywhere in the world but you're still not home
You can have everything in the world, you can have all the wealth
You lost your dearest person - you can't chase away the pain
Leave the bottles aside, maybe it's the last day
Go smile as long as you can because you don't know what tomorrow will be
You smile as long as you can because maybe tomorrow you will die
Leave the tear away, you know the meaning of life
 
An old man taught me what's the meaning of life
And why do I have to wait for old age's edge to come
An old man taught me what I have to do in life
He gave me back my trust even in the last hope (x2)
 

Breakup

To ask a sign my love, to not ever forget about you!?1
I would ask only you, but you're not yourself anymore
Not the withered flower, from your blond hair
'Cause my only pray is, you to oblivion to turn me
What use has the cruel feeling, of an extinguish luck
To not also extinguish, but for eternity to stay put !?
 
Still anothers, where it resonates to the same water creek:
What use for the constantly regrets!?
When through this world , to us is written to pass by
Like the dream of a shadow and the shadow of a dream
At what use , you from now on, about me to concern yourself?
At what use , ...to measure the years that fly across death !?
 
All the same it is, if today or tomorrow i die
While i wish my memory to fade from the memories of all
While i want , ..you to forget the luck we've both dreamed of
You to awake my beloved, with the years returned
To be dark the shadow in which i've perished ...
Like if never us wouldn't find one another !
 
Like if the proud years, of longing would go in vain
Cause so much i've loved you , will you able be to forgive me!?
With face against a wall', she leaves me among strangers
To froze underneath my eyelids, the 'lights' of my eyes
And when returned it'll be, the dirt into dirt
Oh my. who's gonna know from where i am, and who i'm !?
 
Chants of grief, through the cold walls
They'll beg for me , the everlasting rest
And i , would want someone, coming next to me
To tell me your name , on my closed eyelids
Then -if they want- to throw me on an edge of road
Still better it'll be for me , than these times i'm in now !
 
From far distances, a flock of crows , to be shown
To cloud all the sky , on my blinded eyes
Is shown a storm , from the edges of earth
Giving dust to my dirt and my heart to winds !!!!!!!!!
 
And you , remain like a blossom , like the moon of aprill
With big and wet eyes , with the smile of a child ,
From your youthness, you to grow youthness always
And you don't know of me anymore, 'cause i don't know either
of me !!
 

• 1. This is a poem By the romantic Romanian poet Mihai Eminescu in the interpretation of Vraciu