Race · Rain · Wide

The waltz

The chandeliers are on in the grand ballroom.
We both know how to dance to this wonderful waltz,
words are useless, and we get lost in the crowd,
as though time could ever be stopped.

Come, give me your hand, and unwind, I will lead you on
this time, because we have no room for hesitations,
each step is taking us closer to death, to spring,
I don’t have questions anymore, you have no fears.

We spin in a crazy dance, you are drunk with my perfume,
more radiant than ever, you are happy, and insane, my love,
there’s little time until the last note, but all in you
calls life, the colors are suddenly burning.

Romanian version

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