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Primavara de Virgil Gheorghiu E primavara iarasi si pasarile cinta Ascunse printre frunza ciresilor albiti, Un cintec de-amintire, iubirea noastra sfinta Citeste Poezie completa | |||||
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Povesti la caldura focului ( in engleza)
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Anytime everytime that was real the ages of gold Ever and forever sins past the oceans lies on the cryes Dancing in a old wooded chamber,the very best days At the fire of swords that cut trough many ways Little was the viking who's blood runned so bad For the victory was thirsy, for the Livia was sad He loved one girl in his whole live for what When the sword came in his life and on the floor was her hat From now on,he wanted revenge His pain was so intense,she had so big-big range When a ranger walked on the battle,with his weapon in the arms When the field was passed by strangers,in some cold bloody runs The victory was near,and they've winned again But the painfull memoryes and hurt remain Where is the truth,everywhere is world world passin' away,lies are so cold Lies that he not wanted to kill in so cold blood but thirst for revenge is what that ever he want now he can live great,but never forgeted what Livia said that he is her hero and she wanted him so bad To have many childrens and rise up a kingdom where all the vikings can stay,for peace and freedom Now his arms are so tired and cold to keep a farm That the whisper of Livia, from now on is so warm, walls whisperin the voice of her like a sound of a seagull now ,all that he know is so saddest putted in the middle middle of lies,turns and cryes,for what he needs to see the past he is so painted by the misfortune and dust and he suffer now most till the last Ravaged are the spirits,ripped are the minds But never forget what are his rights: '' You're rights,vikings,are to live in suffering ,death and blame Cuz you're son of Odin,son of the thunder and rain You cut trough wars,with your shining blades Voice of true gods,from now on be your pray'' Till the death,from the born,the viking trusted these words and learn about The life that is so mean,unrespected and bad He moved from his chair and he walked outside He felt the grass once again trough his hands He realized that was the thing who offers life and peace But a rain started wild,prayin at what he truly miss ''My livia '' he told and blood-tears fell from his cheeks his ankles full of mud where stoned and cold ,in his mind appearing pics with Livia standing in his arms,beeing warm again dying from suffering,but his power and honor shall remain A wind surounded him,in a peacefull way to embrace Tommorow never comes, is so full of grace! |
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