Nervi de toamnă

"E toamnă, e foşnet, e somn...

Copacii, pe stradă, oftează;

E tuse, e plânset, e gol...

Şi-i frig, şi burează."

George Bacovia

by Leonidafremov

The Curse

And the people went into their hide, they oh

From the start they didn't know exactly why, why

Winter came and made it so all look alike, look alike

Underneath the grass would grow, aiming at the sky

It was swift, it was just, another wave of a miracle

But no one, nothing at all would go for the kill

If they called on every soul in the land, on the moon

Only then would they know a blessing in disguise

The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore

And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before

The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore

And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before

Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike

Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes?

If I call on every soul in the land, on the moon

Tell me if I'll ever know a blessing in disguise

The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore

And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before

And the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore

And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before