Dincolo - Nwanda, Deliric, Alice-Helen Zigman

M-am gandit ca e ok sa nu ma mai gandesc

Si sa traiesc fara sa-ncerc sa dovedesc

Iar dac-o sa gresesc, sa nu-mi amintesc

Oare e orgoliu barbatesc sau moft copilaresc?

Gasesc firesc sa glumesc, da' cuvantu-i acid

Te privesc dupa un zid invizibil

Iti zambesc placid parca insensibil

Te citesc ca pe o carte cu scris ilizibil

Am promis ca nu-mi pasa, teapa iar

Ce greseala frumoasa, teapa dar

Tepii-s la baza, roze rasar

Raze de soare imi pun in calendar

Ma omoara sa stiu, dar ma simt viu

Daca spun ce simt poate-i prea tarziu

N-am avut glas, dar am vrut sa scriu

N-am gasit cuvintele sa-ti descriu, ca

Dincolo de cer vad, simt ceva

Dincolo de ce ascunde linistea

Dincolo de ce mi-a zis inima

Dincolo, dincolo…

Dincolo de ce imi spune ceasu'

Dincolo de ce ascunde glasu'

Dincolo de ce arata compasu'

Dincolo…

N-am nevoie de ceas, stiu ca trece timpu'

Pe langa noi, parea atat de simplu

Pe langa tot ce-am zis si ce-am facut

Oare cate-am ingropat, cate n-am vazut?

Acu' stiu ca nu te stiu si ca n-are rost

Ca e mult prea tarziu sa te mai cunosc

Acu' eu m-ascund, caut adapost, poate c-am fost prost, totu' are-un cost

C-am luat tot ca si cum mi se cuvenea

M-am gandit ca ma voi revansa candva

Ti-am dat ce-ti placea, nu ce-ti trebuia

Si-am tacut cand trebuia sa zic ceva

Timpu' tace si el, da-si spune cuvantu'

N-are ce face, zboara ca vantu'

Matura tot cand strabate pamantul

Imprastie praf peste inimi si ganduri

Dincolo de ce ramane e altceva

Dincolo de ce s-a intamplat candva

Dincolo de toata agitatia

Dincolo, dincolo…

Dincolo de ce imi spune ceasu'

Dincolo de ce ascunde glasu'

Dincolo de ce arata compasu'

Dincolo…

Dincolo te gasesti, dar te uiti in clipe

Dincolo de ce vezi e doar in minte

Dincolo de ganduri, se simte

Dincolo de absent e prezent

Alerg cu timpul in palme

Si developez cadre din anotimpuri

Citeste-mi orele din pasi, scrie-mi noptile in par

Secunde port pe piele si slagare de discutii in mii te numar

Imi sterg buzele de povesti

Si respir, inspir cuvinte

Rulez filmul in vene in alb si negru

Imbracam cate

I thought it was okay to stop thinking

And to live without trying to prove it

And if I'm wrong, I don't remember

Is it male pride or childish whimsy?

I find it natural to joke, but the word is acid

I look at you from behind an invisible wall

I smile at you placidly as if insensitive

I read you like a book with illegible writing

I promised I didn't care, the sting again

What a beautiful mistake, but the sting

The spikes are at the base, pink rose

I put sunbeams on my calendar

It kills me to know, but I feel alive

If I say how I feel, maybe it's too late

I didn't have a voice, but I wanted to write

I couldn't find the words to describe you, like

Beyond the sky I see, I feel something

Beyond what hides the silence

Beyond what my heart told me

Beyond, Beyond…

Beyond what the clock tells me

Beyond what the voice hides

Beyond what the compass looks like

Beyond…

I don't need a watch, I know time passes

Besides us, it seemed so simple

Besides everything I said and did

How many have I buried, how many have I not seen?

Now I know I don't know you and it doesn't make sense

It's too late to meet you

Now I'm hiding, I'm looking for shelter, maybe I was stupid, everything has a cost

I took everything as if I deserved it

I thought I'd make up for it someday

I gave you what you liked, not what you needed

I was silent when I had to say something

Time is running out too, let him speak

It has nothing to do, it flies like the wind

It sweeps as it traverses the earth

Spread dust over hearts and thoughts

Beyond what's left is something else

Beyond what once happened

Beyond all the fuss

Beyond, Beyond…

Beyond what the clock tells me

Beyond what the voice hides

Beyond what the compass looks like

Beyond…

Beyond, you find yourself, but you look at the moments

Beyond what you see, it's just in your mind

Beyond thoughts, he feels

Beyond the absent is present

I run with my hands in my hands

And I develop seasonal frames

Read me the steps, write the nights in my hair

Seconds I wear on my skin and talk about thousands of you

I wipe my lips with stories

And I breathe, I breathe words

I roll the film in black and white veins

We put on clothes