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The song who plays in the background is calledAP-OP-CH6-SEASONS-Part1-Lovelly Days Of Spring .. Full rights reserved @Th3Mirr0r
LOVELY DAYS OF SPRING..
One remembers the beautifull days of spring,
The color of flowers,
The wonderfull tunes,of the birds,who sing,
Now,in this moment,all that remains,are desires..
The time told its word,sustaining a truth,
The spring came,once with its blooming moments,
The river near the mountain,flows,smooth,
And i remember the water's flowing,my mind,turns to silence..
Little thoughts,lost in the forest who now,it's just a memory,
The green grass,the deer who runs,the small butterfly..
Shared moments,written now,again,with the same feeling,happily,
Keeps the same aspects of life,and humans,now,are born,then,they die..
The spring brings the smile on the parents who look at the little child,
He is just a little baby,and the birth,brought a soul to life;
Now,he might be out there,watching the nature,wild,
As before,as in his memories,and now,he is old,about to die..
Once upon a time,the spring,brought back the fairy-tales,
And a peacefull sound,is heard,part of a song..
It was,indeed,a beatifull one,about the sea,about the whales,
Then,the delphins,came along..
Another tunes,of the little birds,and another song,keeping the same spirit,
Oliver Shanti,Vangelis,Jean Michelle Jarre,and others,
Another memories,came back,once with the music,and one,in a present,felt it;
The same magic,the same atmosphere,alike a birthday,
And i imagine now,a little baby..he extinguish the candles..
Each day,may be one's birthday,when brings the spring,near;
Another story before sleep,another pray,
Said in whisper,to God,and now,there's no more fear..
How can one to be frightened by dark,
When a pray to God,brings light?!
Even the death,is like a walk in the beatifull park,
A path who leads in front of one,the Heaven's sight..
The days of spring,are like a birth,for some who realise,again,
The childhood that has it,good or bad..
Then,once with it,the past is made present..no blame,
One still lives,and the death,looks at it,sad..
The mountain,the deer,the butterfly..
The spirit,woke up,at last,
Catched wings,and now,fly...
Fly away,above,and now,it is just a memory,from past..
@Th3Mirr0r
One remembers the beautifull days of spring,
The color of flowers,
The wonderfull tunes,of the birds,who sing,
Now,in this moment,all that remains,are desires..
The time told its word,sustaining a truth,
The spring came,once with its blooming moments,
The river near the mountain,flows,smooth,
And i remember the water's flowing,my mind,turns to silence..
Little thoughts,lost in the forest who now,it's just a memory,
The green grass,the deer who runs,the small butterfly..
Shared moments,written now,again,with the same feeling,happily,
Keeps the same aspects of life,and humans,now,are born,then,they die..
The spring brings the smile on the parents who look at the little child,
He is just a little baby,and the birth,brought a soul to life;
Now,he might be out there,watching the nature,wild,
As before,as in his memories,and now,he is old,about to die..
Once upon a time,the spring,brought back the fairy-tales,
And a peacefull sound,is heard,part of a song..
It was,indeed,a beatifull one,about the sea,about the whales,
Then,the delphins,came along..
Another tunes,of the little birds,and another song,keeping the same spirit,
Oliver Shanti,Vangelis,Jean Michelle Jarre,and others,
Another memories,came back,once with the music,and one,in a present,felt it;
The same magic,the same atmosphere,alike a birthday,
And i imagine now,a little baby..he extinguish the candles..
Each day,may be one's birthday,when brings the spring,near;
Another story before sleep,another pray,
Said in whisper,to God,and now,there's no more fear..
How can one to be frightened by dark,
When a pray to God,brings light?!
Even the death,is like a walk in the beatifull park,
A path who leads in front of one,the Heaven's sight..
The days of spring,are like a birth,for some who realise,again,
The childhood that has it,good or bad..
Then,once with it,the past is made present..no blame,
One still lives,and the death,looks at it,sad..
The mountain,the deer,the butterfly..
The spirit,woke up,at last,
Catched wings,and now,fly...
Fly away,above,and now,it is just a memory,from past..
@Th3Mirr0r
ROMANIAN VERSION
Cineva isi aminteste frumoasele zile ale primaverii,
Culoarea florilor,
Cantecele minunate,ale pasarilor,ce canta,
Acum,in acest moment,tot ceea ce ramane,sunt dorinte...
Timpul si-a spus cuvantul sau,sustinand un adevar,
Primavara a venit,o data cu momentele sale inflorite,
Raul langa munte,curge,lin,
Si-mi amintesc apa curgand,mintea mea,se intoarce la tacere...
Micile ganduri,pierdute in padurea ce acum,este doar o amintire,
Iarba verde,caprioara ce alearga,micul fluturas..
Momente impartasite,scrise acum,din nou,cu acelasi sentiment,cu bucurie,
Pastreaza aspecte identice ale vietii,iar oamenii,acum,se nasc,apoi,ei mor..
Primavara aduce zambetul asupra parintilor ce privesc la micul copil,
El este doar un bebelus,iar nasterea,aduse un suflet la viata;
Acum,el ar putea fi pe undeva,pe-acolo,privind natura,salbatica,
Precum inainte,precum in memoriile sale,iar acum,el e batran,pe cale sa moara..
Pe vremuri,demult,primavara,aduse inapoi povestile de adormit copiii,
Iar un sunet linistitor,e auzit,parte a unui cantec..
A fost,intr-adevar,unul minunat,despre mare,despre balene,
Apoi,delfinii,au venit in preajma..
Alte melodii,ale pasarelelor,si un alt cantec,pastrand acelasi spirit,
Oliver Shanti,Vangelis,Jean Michelle Jarre si altii,
Alte memorii,s-au reintors,o data cu muzica,si cineva,in prezent,a simtit-o;
Aceeasi magie,aceeasi atmosfera,precum a unei zi de nastere,
Si-mi imaginez acum,un prunc..el stinge lumanarile..
Fiece zi,poate fi ziua de nastere a cuiva,cand aduce primavara,aproape;
Alta poveste inainte de culcare,alta rugaciune,
Spusa in soapta,catre Dumnezeu,iar acum,nu mai sunt temeri..
Cum va putea fi unul speriat de intuneric,
Cand o rugaciune catre Dumnezeu,aduce lumina?!
Chiar si moartea,este precum o plimbare in frumosul parc,
O cale ce aduce in fata cuiva,imaginea Raiului..
Zilele primaverii,sunt precum o nastere,pentru unii ce realizeaza,din nou,
Copilaria ce o are,buna sau rea..
Apoi,o data cu ea,trecutul este facut prezent..nici o invinuire,
Cineva inca traieste,iar moartea,se uita la acela,trista..
Muntele,caprioara,fluturele..
Spiritul,s-a trezit,in sfarsit,
A prin aripi,iar acum,zboara...
Zboara departe,deasupra,iar acum,este doar o amintire,din trecut..
@Th3Mirr0r