Cu gândurile tale negre şi haine,
Te-ai ascuns în alte lumi străine,
Căci de păcate, îţi sunt cămările
inimii pline.
Mi-ai pus sufletul pe eşafod,
Apoi l-ai pus pe tava lui Irod,
M-ai prins ca pe un peşte în năvod,
Mi-ai aruncat iubirea
De pe-al speranţei pod.
Mi-ai pus inima pe altar,
M-ai înjunghiat ca un tâlhar...
Vrei să-ţi plătesc iubirea
Ca unui cămătar,
Sau vrei să-mi fii adversar?
De ce vrei să-mi faci viaţa calvar?
Sentimentele mele sunt la tine-n buzunar,
Lacrimile mi le-ai strâns într-un pahar
Ce se va sparge-n ultima zi din calendar.
De ce te comporţi ca un barbar
Când de iubire n-ai habar?
Te crezi oare un anticar
Ce colecţionează tristeţe în hambar?
Eşti doar un păpuşar
Ce trage de sfori la câte-un an aniversar,
Eşti un corsar pe marea vieţii,
Vrei să-mi furi din anii tinereţii.
Mi-ai distrus frumuseţea purităţii
Cu sufletu-ţi mai rece decât răceala gheţii,
Pe culoarele inimii tale
Sunt nespălaţi demult pereţii.
Eşti ca un bloc de piatră prăfuit,
Nici varul nu te-a mai albit,
Ai creierul mâzgălit
De smoala ce te-a cătrănit.
Eşti creator de furtuni violente
Şi de momente turbulente,
Eşti impresar de sentimente,
Iubirile adevărate îţi sunt indiferente.
Ai provocat doar accidente
Inimilor inocente,
Cu simţurile-ţi crude, insistente,
Ai călcat brutal peste iubirile evidente.
Sper că jocul tău murdar s-a terminat,
Eu te-am iertat şi am uitat...
Chiar dacă din iubire am murit,
Tot din iubire, acum am înviat!
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© Crisastemis
Din Volumul - Printre nostalgii
The robber of souls
You abused me again
With your black and ugly thoughts,
You've hidden in other foreign worlds,
The chambers of your heart
are full of dirty sins.
You set my soul on the scaffold
Then you put it on the tray of Herod,
You caught me like a fish in a net,
You threw my love
From the bridge of hope.
You set my heart on the altar,
You stabbed me as a robber...
You want to pay you
As I pay a moneylender,
Or do you want to be my opponent?
Why you want to make
my life impossible?
My feelings are in your pocket,
You collected my tears in a glass
What will smash in last day of the calendar.
Why you act like a barbarian
When you've no idea of what mean love?
Do you think you are an antiquarian
Who collect sadness in the barn?
You're just a puppet
What pulls strings to one-year anniversary,
You're a pirate on the sea of life,
You want to steal from my youth.
You ruined the beauty of my purity
With your soul cooler than ice,
On the corridors of your heart
The old walls are dirty.
You're like a dusty stone block,
Neither the white lime can not bleach you,
Your brain is scrawled by the malice
that made you so worse.
You're a creator of storms
And turbulent times,
You're impresario of feelings,
True love is something unusual for you.
You only caused accidents
To many innocent hearts,
With your insensitive senses
You stepped brutally over obvious loves.
I hope your dirty game was finished,
Because I've forgiven and I forgot you...
Even though from love I died,
Only through love I resurrected.
You abused me again
With your black and ugly thoughts,
You've hidden in other foreign worlds,
The chambers of your heart
are full of dirty sins.
You set my soul on the scaffold
Then you put it on the tray of Herod,
You caught me like a fish in a net,
You threw my love
From the bridge of hope.
You set my heart on the altar,
You stabbed me as a robber...
You want to pay you
As I pay a moneylender,
Or do you want to be my opponent?
Why you want to make
my life impossible?
My feelings are in your pocket,
You collected my tears in a glass
What will smash in last day of the calendar.
Why you act like a barbarian
When you've no idea of what mean love?
Do you think you are an antiquarian
Who collect sadness in the barn?
You're just a puppet
What pulls strings to one-year anniversary,
You're a pirate on the sea of life,
You want to steal from my youth.
You ruined the beauty of my purity
With your soul cooler than ice,
On the corridors of your heart
The old walls are dirty.
You're like a dusty stone block,
Neither the white lime can not bleach you,
Your brain is scrawled by the malice
that made you so worse.
You're a creator of storms
And turbulent times,
You're impresario of feelings,
True love is something unusual for you.
You only caused accidents
To many innocent hearts,
With your insensitive senses
You stepped brutally over obvious loves.
I hope your dirty game was finished,
Because I've forgiven and I forgot you...
Even though from love I died,
Only through love I resurrected.
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© Crisastemis
From The Book - Among memories
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From The Book - Among memories
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