Orele - Pasha Parfeni, Cleopatra Stratan

Ale mele sunt iubite, braţele ce m-au cuprins

A mea gura ta cea dulce, ce fiinţa mi-a aprins

Lângă tine, lângă tine, a mea toată lumea e

Totuşi o tristeţe vine, iată, draga mea, de ce, de ce

Orele, se trec ca florile

Orele, de dor adânc

Zilele, ca şi copilele

Zilele, la fel se duc

Orele, se trec ca florile

Orele, de dor adânc

Zilele, ca şi copilele

Zilele, la fel se duc

Al meu vinul vocii tale, cel de care mă îmbăt

Al meu părul tău cel negru, scurt ca viaţa de poet

La fel ochii cu blândeţe, cei ca două cântece

Totuşi vine o tristeţe, iată, dragul meu, de ce, de ce

Orele, se trec ca florile

Orele, de dor adânc

Zilele, ca şi copilele

Zilele, la fel se duc

Orele, se trec ca florile

Orele, de dor adânc

Zilele, ca şi copilele

Zilele, la fel se duc

Orele, se trec ca florile

Orele, de dor adânc

Zilele, ca şi copilele

Zilele, la fel se duc

Orele…

Mine are loved ones, the arms that embraced me

Mine, your sweet mouth, what ignited my being

Next to you, next to you, everyone is mine

Yet a sadness comes, here, my dear, why, why

Hours pass like flowers

Hours of deep longing

The days, like the children

The days go by the same way

Hours pass like flowers

Hours of deep longing

The days, like the children

The days go by the same way

Mine is the wine of your voice, the one that makes me drunk

Your black hair is mine, short as a poet's life

Likewise the eyes with gentleness, those like two songs

Yet a sadness comes, here, my dear, why, why

Hours pass like flowers

Hours of deep longing

The days, like the children

The days go by the same way

Hours pass like flowers

Hours of deep longing

The days, like the children

The days go by the same way

Hours pass like flowers

Hours of deep longing

The days, like the children

The days go by the same way

Hours…