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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-12-17 | [This text should be read in romana] | Printre visari pline de farmec Ma plimb cu tine, zbor prin gind, Ne bucuram ca-i iarasi toamna Ca-si ning copacii frunza-n vint. Esti toamna ce mi-a schimbat viata Esti frunza trista ce fosneste-n noi, Esti lacrima padurii ce se stinge In iarna rece ce-o impartim la doi. Esti anotimpul vesnic ce-l traiesc Cu clipe pline de visare, Esti toamna anotimpul ce-l iubesc Mi-esti iarna, vara...imi esti soare. Privesc fereastra si te vad Imi esti aici in fiecare clipa, Caci tu esti anotimpul meu Oriunde-as fi si nu imi este frica. Te am cu mine peste tot, Te am in vint te am in ploaie, I-mi esti in norii ce-aduc incet Zapezile iubirii tal. I-mi esti in aerul din piept In floarea ce imi sta in glastra, In pragul casei unde te astept Sa-mi vii tu anotimpul meu, sa-mi fi mireasa.
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