I laid my grief on a boat
And sent it far away
And asked the wind
To carry it on.
I look at the flower
Which is unique
Through its kind ,
Which dreams a
Dream of sun
Into an eternal night.

I needed to see a hope
Light in your eyes,
A hope of love,
A hope for me.
Leaving me by dying
Makes me feeling much
Lonelier than ever been before.

In my sleep I see them rising
In my dream : the forest of grief.

Suddenly, it became dark .
A cold , freezing air
Was shroud in me: I was shaking.
Then I let my warm blood
To flow over me,
Over my whole body

Lacrima cazuta
Causul palmei mi l-a adincit.
Si-am incercat sa o intorc din drum,
Dar sufletu-i in brate mi-a murit.
Acum fara de lacrimi
Si fara de tine,
Pustiul nevazut il simt
Trecind prin mine .
Si-apoi sa ma evapor in particule
De suflet - vreau - sa ma readun
|n alta viata, pe un alt tarim,
Plouind .

Trebuia sa te pierd,
Sa reinvat sa fiu .
Trebuia sa te pierd,
|n sensul firii .
Trebuia .

Feed the fire
Ashes of my pain
Cold desire
Burn ...
Burning visions
Dreams I waste on you
Hate derision
Bleed ...

Taste my sorrow
As it dwells on you
Freeze tomorrow
Fade ...
Still I"m yearning
Desire to love
Faith returning
Rise ...

Touch is cold but look is mighty
Can't express what burns inside me
Some delusion left me crying
Wake me so I see her dying .

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!