Paroles et traduction Nicu Alifantis - Emotie de toamna

Emotie de toamna

A venit, a venit toamna,
Acopera-mi inima cu ceva,
Cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine
Sau mai bine cu umbra ta...
A venit, a venit toamna,
Acopera-mi inima cu ceva,
Cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine
Sau mai bine cu umbra ta...
Mă tem ca n-am să te mai vad, uneori,
Ca au să-mi creasca aripi ascutite pan′ la nori,
Ca ai să te ascunzi intr-un ochi strain,
Si el o să se-nchida cu o frunza de pelin.
Si-atunci mă apropii de pietre si tac,
Iau cuvintele si le-nec în mare.
Suier luna si o rasar si o prefac
Intr-o dragoste mare...
A venit, a venit toamna,
Acopera-mi inima cu ceva,
Cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine
Sau mai bine cu umbra ta...
A venit, a venit toamna,
Acopera-mi inima cu ceva,
Cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine
Sau mai bine cu umbra ta...
Mă tem ca n-am să te mai vad, uneori,
Ca au să-mi creasca aripi ascutite pan' la nori,
Ca ai să te ascunzi intr-un ochi strain,
Si el o să se-nchida cu o frunza de pelin.
Si-atunci mă apropii de pietre si tac,
Iau cuvintele si le-nec în mare.
Suier luna si o rasar si o prefac
Intr-o dragoste mare...

Autumn Emotion

Autumn has come, autumn has come,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet
Or better yet with your shadow...
Autumn has come, autumn has come,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet
Or better yet with your shadow...
I fear that sometimes I won't see you again,
That I'll grow sharp wings that reach the clouds,
That you'll hide in a stranger's eye,
And it will close with a wormwood leaf.
And then I'll approach the stones and be quiet,
I'll take the words and drown them in the sea.
I'll whistle at the moon and make it rise and I'll turn it
Into a great love...
Autumn has come, autumn has come,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet
Or better yet with your shadow...
Autumn has come, autumn has come,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet
Or better yet with your shadow...
I fear that sometimes I won't see you again,
That I'll grow sharp wings that reach the clouds,
That you'll hide in a stranger's eye,
And it will close with a wormwood leaf.
And then I'll approach the stones and be quiet,
I'll take the words and drown them in the sea.
I'll whistle at the moon and make it rise and I'll turn it
Into a great love...