Mai lasa

Culege-ti visele pierdute
In pivnita fiintei tale
Printre strigoi murati si temeri slute,
Printre butoaiele de jale.

Sadeste-le de luna noua,
Descanta-le cu dor de duca,
Mai lasa-ti sufletul sa ploua
Mai lasa-ti inima sa te conduca.

Stropeste-le de luna plina
Cu lacrimi dulci de renuntare
Mai lasa-ti sufletul sa vina
Mai lasa-ti inima sa zboare.


It’s time
Go down in the dark soul cellar
To pluck those dreams forgotten
Amidst the phantom jars and fear dweller
Where grieving barrels rotten.

The new moon rises, time to plough
The yearning chant to start,
It’s time to rain your soul somehow,
It’s time to trust your heart.

The fool moon sets, it’s time to shed
The tears of letting go,
Time to reclaim the soul that fled
It’s time to fly the heart that bled.