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CHIRPING
I remember wistfully those little bells
Coming down in my ears of little baby;
I am in my youth now,but it happends,
Again,to have that certain feeling,happy..
The feeling of the little baby near her mother's chest,
Now,the Nature...
Is the same green grass,where i am
staying,down,to have a rest,
An escape,in the happiness's core,to nurture,
My entire being..
I am still hearing...
Those little bells,
Coming down,and down,again,in my ears,
I would see myself one day weeping tears
For a loved one,
Woman,of astral plans..
Oh,i am still hearing the same short sharpen whistles,
Of the little birds,now,near me,
Hanging in the little pine tree,
One planted in my front-yard,at my birth..
My heart release a short sigh,
Wishing of a silent death,
Then,right after that,a birth..
A birth of a child...
Would i see the same mother who raised me?
Then,the same father,chasing me
Around the house,to beat me?
I will laugh,this time,telling them something predicted,
Long before i should born?
Would i see the same brother,
Who now,is far away of me,
And maybe saying louder
That now believes in God,
And when i speak of Him
To never contradict me?
But i will laugh,knowing he eventually follows his law,
And the water cant be stoped from its flow,
As it is its natural way..
Would i paint again alike before,
When i was twelve years age,
Alike when locking a door
And throwing the key,
My paths were limited,
And found myself alike a homeless dog?
But i will laugh,alike now,cos the passion for Art ain't gone,
Stands inside me,steady,alike the little pine-tree
And with my closed eyes,i try to see
If from above,on its branches,the birdies,come
When i call them...
They came naturally,without my call,
Alike there,naturally,on a wall,
A mirror,reflects everything...
I would not have a wish to born again,
As i am already alive;
I'm satisfied with my life and..is the same..
The same will be if ill be born again..
But since i am in my youth now,waiting to be old,
One day,i will look back in past to the pine-tree
Wishing to find again,these birdies
And i will listen their tunes,each day long,
Closing for a moment my eyes,brown with dark spots,
Maybe even silver,alike the eyes of a blind..
I will reflect,then,
The same who i am,
Always...
A small child,playing with its toys,
But this time,im a playing the sounds,
Wishing to express those little birds..
I will still hear these tunes,
Over and over,again..
Alike those small,tiny,little bells,
That looks the same,
Alike a cradle song of a fairy tale..
I am already part of it..and there i stay
Searching my mermaid,
Calling on name,
A whale,
Ready to ask it: u've seen her?
I should ask the birdies..but,will i ever
get their language?
I rather look at them,there in the
pine-tree,remaining amazed,in silence..
What a lovelly chirping they have!
Would enchant always one's mind,alike a knight,brave,
Riding on his horse,from north,to south,from east,to west,
Searching for a quest...
I should ask the birdies
What are their names
And in one day,when i will stay there,under the tree,smiling,
To call them ..to come at me,
To enchant my senses
With their chirpings...
It will weep my tears of joy even in my
saddest moments,just hearing their echoes,
In circles,
Coming,
Over and over,again..
They will be my friends..those little birds..
I stay asking myself now..are they nightingales?
Where's their place,if not among the magic field with roses..?
Or,them are just petals,falling down?
In that case i will gather them all,
To make a blanket,to keep me warmth..
Would i be the same children,always,showing life?
I should ask the birdies...
But..right now,i rather stay in silence
With my closed eyes,
Listening their language..
Chirpings...
@Th3Mirr0r
CIRIPIT
Imi amintesc nostalgic acei clopotei
Venind in urechea mea de copil micut;
Sunt in floarea tineretii acum,dar se intampla,
Iarasi,sa am acel sentiment de certitudine,vesel..
Sentimentul unui copilas langa pieptul mamei sale,
Acum,Natura...
E aceasi iarba verde,cea pe care stau,jos,sa ma odihnesc,
O evadare,in miezul fiericirii,sa-mi creasca
Intreaga mea fiinta..
Inca mai aud...
Clopoteii aceia,
Coborand,tot mai jos,in urechile mele,
Ma voi vedea intr-o zi lacrimand,
Pentru-o iubita,
Femeie,a planurilor astrale..
Ah,inca mai aud acele infime fluieraturi ascutite,
Ale micutelor pasari,acum,langa mine,
Atarnand in micul bradut,
Plantat in partea din fata a casei,la nasterea mea..
Inima-mi elibereaza un oftat,
Dorindu-si o moarte-n tacere,
Iar apoi,imediat,o nastere...
O nastere a unui copil...
Vedea-voi eu aceeasi mama ce m-a crescut?
Apoi,acelasi tata,alergand dupa mine,
Prin jurul casei,sa ma bata?
Voi rade,de data aceasta,spunandu-le ceva prevazut,
Cu mult inainte de a ma naste?
Vedea-voi eu acelasi frate,
Ce acum,de mine-i departe,
Si poate tipand,
Afirmand acum ca are credinta
In Dumnezeu,
Iar cand vorbesc de El,
Sa nu ma mai contrazica?
Dar voi rade,stiind ca eventual el isi urmeaza legea,
Iar apa,
Nu poate fi oprita din curgerea sa,
Si este felul ei,natural..
Picta-voi eu din nou,precum inainte,
Cand aveam doisprezece ani
Si precum inchizand o usa
Si aruncandu-i cheia,
Cararile mi-au fost limitate,
Si ma trezii precum un caine vagabond?
Dar o sa rad,ca si acum,caci pasiunea pentru Arta nu e stinsa,
Rmane in mine,nemiscata,precum micul bradut
Si cu ochii inchisi,incerc sa vad
Daca de sus,de pe ramurile sale,pasarelele,vin
Cand le strig...
Ele vin natural,fara chemarea mea,
Precum aolo,pe perete,natural,
O oglinda,reflecta totul...
Nu voi avea dorinta de-a ma naste iarasi,
Caci sunt deja viu;
Sunt satisfacut cu viata mea si..e la fel..
La fel va fi si de ma voi naste din nou..
Din moment ce-s in floarea tineretii
I remember wistfully those little bells
Coming down in my ears of little baby;
I am in my youth now,but it happends,
Again,to have that certain feeling,happy..
The feeling of the little baby near her mother's chest,
Now,the Nature...
Is the same green grass,where i am
staying,down,to have a rest,
An escape,in the happiness's core,to nurture,
My entire being..
I am still hearing...
Those little bells,
Coming down,and down,again,in my ears,
I would see myself one day weeping tears
For a loved one,
Woman,of astral plans..
Oh,i am still hearing the same short sharpen whistles,
Of the little birds,now,near me,
Hanging in the little pine tree,
One planted in my front-yard,at my birth..
My heart release a short sigh,
Wishing of a silent death,
Then,right after that,a birth..
A birth of a child...
Would i see the same mother who raised me?
Then,the same father,chasing me
Around the house,to beat me?
I will laugh,this time,telling them something predicted,
Long before i should born?
Would i see the same brother,
Who now,is far away of me,
And maybe saying louder
That now believes in God,
And when i speak of Him
To never contradict me?
But i will laugh,knowing he eventually follows his law,
And the water cant be stoped from its flow,
As it is its natural way..
Would i paint again alike before,
When i was twelve years age,
Alike when locking a door
And throwing the key,
My paths were limited,
And found myself alike a homeless dog?
But i will laugh,alike now,cos the passion for Art ain't gone,
Stands inside me,steady,alike the little pine-tree
And with my closed eyes,i try to see
If from above,on its branches,the birdies,come
When i call them...
They came naturally,without my call,
Alike there,naturally,on a wall,
A mirror,reflects everything...
I would not have a wish to born again,
As i am already alive;
I'm satisfied with my life and..is the same..
The same will be if ill be born again..
But since i am in my youth now,waiting to be old,
One day,i will look back in past to the pine-tree
Wishing to find again,these birdies
And i will listen their tunes,each day long,
Closing for a moment my eyes,brown with dark spots,
Maybe even silver,alike the eyes of a blind..
I will reflect,then,
The same who i am,
Always...
A small child,playing with its toys,
But this time,im a playing the sounds,
Wishing to express those little birds..
I will still hear these tunes,
Over and over,again..
Alike those small,tiny,little bells,
That looks the same,
Alike a cradle song of a fairy tale..
I am already part of it..and there i stay
Searching my mermaid,
Calling on name,
A whale,
Ready to ask it: u've seen her?
I should ask the birdies..but,will i ever
get their language?
I rather look at them,there in the
pine-tree,remaining amazed,in silence..
What a lovelly chirping they have!
Would enchant always one's mind,alike a knight,brave,
Riding on his horse,from north,to south,from east,to west,
Searching for a quest...
I should ask the birdies
What are their names
And in one day,when i will stay there,under the tree,smiling,
To call them ..to come at me,
To enchant my senses
With their chirpings...
It will weep my tears of joy even in my
saddest moments,just hearing their echoes,
In circles,
Coming,
Over and over,again..
They will be my friends..those little birds..
I stay asking myself now..are they nightingales?
Where's their place,if not among the magic field with roses..?
Or,them are just petals,falling down?
In that case i will gather them all,
To make a blanket,to keep me warmth..
Would i be the same children,always,showing life?
I should ask the birdies...
But..right now,i rather stay in silence
With my closed eyes,
Listening their language..
Chirpings...
@Th3Mirr0r
ROMANIAN VERSION
CIRIPIT
Imi amintesc nostalgic acei clopotei
Venind in urechea mea de copil micut;
Sunt in floarea tineretii acum,dar se intampla,
Iarasi,sa am acel sentiment de certitudine,vesel..
Sentimentul unui copilas langa pieptul mamei sale,
Acum,Natura...
E aceasi iarba verde,cea pe care stau,jos,sa ma odihnesc,
O evadare,in miezul fiericirii,sa-mi creasca
Intreaga mea fiinta..
Inca mai aud...
Clopoteii aceia,
Coborand,tot mai jos,in urechile mele,
Ma voi vedea intr-o zi lacrimand,
Pentru-o iubita,
Femeie,a planurilor astrale..
Ah,inca mai aud acele infime fluieraturi ascutite,
Ale micutelor pasari,acum,langa mine,
Atarnand in micul bradut,
Plantat in partea din fata a casei,la nasterea mea..
Inima-mi elibereaza un oftat,
Dorindu-si o moarte-n tacere,
Iar apoi,imediat,o nastere...
O nastere a unui copil...
Vedea-voi eu aceeasi mama ce m-a crescut?
Apoi,acelasi tata,alergand dupa mine,
Prin jurul casei,sa ma bata?
Voi rade,de data aceasta,spunandu-le ceva prevazut,
Cu mult inainte de a ma naste?
Vedea-voi eu acelasi frate,
Ce acum,de mine-i departe,
Si poate tipand,
Afirmand acum ca are credinta
In Dumnezeu,
Iar cand vorbesc de El,
Sa nu ma mai contrazica?
Dar voi rade,stiind ca eventual el isi urmeaza legea,
Iar apa,
Nu poate fi oprita din curgerea sa,
Si este felul ei,natural..
Picta-voi eu din nou,precum inainte,
Cand aveam doisprezece ani
Si precum inchizand o usa
Si aruncandu-i cheia,
Cararile mi-au fost limitate,
Si ma trezii precum un caine vagabond?
Dar o sa rad,ca si acum,caci pasiunea pentru Arta nu e stinsa,
Rmane in mine,nemiscata,precum micul bradut
Si cu ochii inchisi,incerc sa vad
Daca de sus,de pe ramurile sale,pasarelele,vin
Cand le strig...
Ele vin natural,fara chemarea mea,
Precum aolo,pe perete,natural,
O oglinda,reflecta totul...
Nu voi avea dorinta de-a ma naste iarasi,
Caci sunt deja viu;
Sunt satisfacut cu viata mea si..e la fel..
La fel va fi si de ma voi naste din nou..
Din moment ce-s in floarea tineretii
acum,asteptand sa fiu batran,
Intr-o zi,ma voi reintoarce la bradut
Dorind sa regasesc,acele pasarele
Si le voi asculta cantecele lor,toata ziulica,
Inchizandu-mi momentan ochii,caprui,cu pete negre,
Poate chiar argintii,precum ochii unui orb..
Voi reflecta,atunci,
Cine-s eu,
Mereu...
Un copil mic,facandu-si ocupatie cu jucarioarele lui,
Dar de asta data,ma joc cu sunetele,
Avand dorinta sa exprim acele mici pasari..
Inca voi auzi aceste melodii,
Iar si iar,neincetat..
Precum acei clopotei,mici de tot,
Ce se aidoma se disting,
Precum un cantec de leagan a unei povesti de adormit copiii..
Sunt deja parte a ei..si acolo stau
Cautandu-mi sirena,strigand pe nume o balena,
Pregatit sa o intreb: Nu ai vazut-o cumva?
Ar trebui sa-ntreb pasarelele..dar,intelege-voi limba lor?
Prefer sa le privesc,acolo,in bradut,stand incantat,in liniste..
Ce ciripit incantator au ele!
Ar incanta mintea oricui,precum un cavaler,curajos,
Gonind pe calul sau,de la nord,la sud,din est,catre vest,
Cautand o misiune...
Ar trebui sa intreb pasarelele
Care le e numele
Sintr-o zi,cand voi sta acolo,sub copac,zambind,
Sa le strig..sa vina la mine,
Sa-mi incante simturile
Cu ciripitul lor...
Imi voi inlacrima ochii de veselie chiar si
in cele mai triste momente,doar ascultandu-le ecourile,
In cercuri,
Venind,
Iar..si iar..,din nou..
Ele vor fi prietenii mei..acele mici pasari..
Stau intrebandu-ma acum..ele sunt privighetori?
Unde e locul lor,daca nu printre campia magica cu trandafiri..?
Sau,ele sunt doar petale,in cadere?
In acest caz le voi aduna pe toate,
Sa fac o patura,sa-mi tina caldura..
Fi-voi eu acelasi copil,mereu,aratand viata?
Ar trebui sa-ntreb pasarelele...
Dar..in acest moment,prefer sa stau in liniste
Cu ochii inchisi,
Ascultandu-le limba lor..
Ciripituri...
@Th3Mirr0r
Intr-o zi,ma voi reintoarce la bradut
Dorind sa regasesc,acele pasarele
Si le voi asculta cantecele lor,toata ziulica,
Inchizandu-mi momentan ochii,caprui,cu pete negre,
Poate chiar argintii,precum ochii unui orb..
Voi reflecta,atunci,
Cine-s eu,
Mereu...
Un copil mic,facandu-si ocupatie cu jucarioarele lui,
Dar de asta data,ma joc cu sunetele,
Avand dorinta sa exprim acele mici pasari..
Inca voi auzi aceste melodii,
Iar si iar,neincetat..
Precum acei clopotei,mici de tot,
Ce se aidoma se disting,
Precum un cantec de leagan a unei povesti de adormit copiii..
Sunt deja parte a ei..si acolo stau
Cautandu-mi sirena,strigand pe nume o balena,
Pregatit sa o intreb: Nu ai vazut-o cumva?
Ar trebui sa-ntreb pasarelele..dar,intelege-voi limba lor?
Prefer sa le privesc,acolo,in bradut,stand incantat,in liniste..
Ce ciripit incantator au ele!
Ar incanta mintea oricui,precum un cavaler,curajos,
Gonind pe calul sau,de la nord,la sud,din est,catre vest,
Cautand o misiune...
Ar trebui sa intreb pasarelele
Care le e numele
Sintr-o zi,cand voi sta acolo,sub copac,zambind,
Sa le strig..sa vina la mine,
Sa-mi incante simturile
Cu ciripitul lor...
Imi voi inlacrima ochii de veselie chiar si
in cele mai triste momente,doar ascultandu-le ecourile,
In cercuri,
Venind,
Iar..si iar..,din nou..
Ele vor fi prietenii mei..acele mici pasari..
Stau intrebandu-ma acum..ele sunt privighetori?
Unde e locul lor,daca nu printre campia magica cu trandafiri..?
Sau,ele sunt doar petale,in cadere?
In acest caz le voi aduna pe toate,
Sa fac o patura,sa-mi tina caldura..
Fi-voi eu acelasi copil,mereu,aratand viata?
Ar trebui sa-ntreb pasarelele...
Dar..in acest moment,prefer sa stau in liniste
Cu ochii inchisi,
Ascultandu-le limba lor..
Ciripituri...
@Th3Mirr0r
NOTE!!!
The song who plays in the background is called AP-OP-CH28-CHIRPING. Full rights reserved @Th3Mirr0r
The song who plays in the background is called AP-OP-CH28-CHIRPING. Full rights reserved @Th3Mirr0r