Suflet fara chei - Ducu Bertzi

Trece toamna, iarna, vara si in inimi urca seara

Vantul canta in nestire peste glezna ta subtire

Palma mea in rugaciune peste sanii tai apune

Si visez ca esti aieve vas de aur plin cu seve

Cand de fapt esti amintire, tu si glezna ta subtire

Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tine nu te doare.

Hei, suflet fara chei

Fara porti si fara ziduri,

Lasi in urma numai riduri.

Trupul tau cu gust de miere lumineaza-n incapere

Din alt timp din alta viata care se destrama-n ceata

Doar la mine in cuvinte doarme coapsa ta fierbinte

Doar in cantec te mai am, mar aprins lucind in ram

Si mi-e dor si mi-e pustiu si ma-ntreb daca sunt viu

Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tine nu te doare.

Vine vara, iarna vine, numai tu nu vii la mine

Trupul tau ca o vapaie nu-mi mai intra in odaie

Steaua-mi bate in fereastra unde-i umbra ta albastra

Unde-s pasii tai cei dragi, sanii mirosind a fragi

Si mi-e frig si mi-e amar si ma chinui in zadar

Mana vai, pe strune-mi moare si pe tЇne nu te doare.

It passes autumn, winter, summer and in the hearts it rises in the evening

The wind blows unconsciously over your thin ankle

My palm in prayer over your breasts sets

And I dreamed that you were a golden vessel full of sap

When in fact you are a memory, you and your ankle thin

Woe to me, my string dies and it doesn't hurt you.

Hey, soul without a key

No gates and no walls,

Leave only wrinkles behind.

Your honey-flavored body shines in the room

From another time from another life that is falling apart in the fog

Only with me in words does your hot thigh sleep

I only have you in the song, bright apple shining in the frame

And I miss him and I'm deserted and I wonder if I'm alive

Woe to me, my string dies and it doesn't hurt you.

Summer is coming, winter is coming, only you don't come to me

Your burning body no longer enters my room

My star is knocking on the window where your blue shadow is

Where are your dear steps, breasts smelling of strawberries

And I'm cold and I'm bitter and I'm tormented in vain

Woe to me, my strings die and you don't hurt.