Fără petale (English)
The fine sand sighed,
A trace of sin smiles within,
It’s a sign that here in vain
Wolves call their moon at the altar.
Drops of guilt buried
Salt clusters have washed its face
Cold crystals weave in smoke
Golden covers on a casket of ashes.
Dark circle, dark circle, comb…
Her eyes… are giving me dark circles…
Na na na na na
Artist: Doru Stănculescu
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