Текст и перевод песни Mihail - Dans Nocturn

Dans Nocturn

Descult dansam tango-ul cu pas grabit,
Pe scena goala un praf de ceas plictisit.
Schita suras nesigur, erodat de dor,
Iar tu, un zambet gol.

Jucam teribil sahul imaginar,
Avand o piesa multe pierduta in zadar.
Tu o regina alba in amenintatul drum,
Iar eu un simplu nebun

Scriu epilog fara sa-ti las un paradis de idei,
Negociez o clipa si ma intreb ce piesa imi iei

Ce personaj esti,
Ce dans ciudat ai
Ce tainic joc faci,
Fug iarasi ca un nebun.

Ce personaj esti,
Ce dans ciudat ai
Ce tainic joc faci,
Fug iarasi ca un nebun.

Peretii deseneaza poetic umbra ta,
Un joc de alb si negru pe canapea.
Scenariul lui nocturn, sa-i punem punct acum,
Da-mi un sarut aevea sonet sa compun.

Voi reciti adesea un vechi paragraf,
Din aventuri scrise sub un cearceaf.
Nu-ti desena pe fata ploaia cu regret,
Din lacrimi se naste sahul perfect.

Scriu epilog fara sa-ti las
Vre-un paradis de idei,
Negociez o clipa si ma intreb
Ce piesa imi iei?

Hai sa lasam regina pe un drum
De nebun si apoi,
Apoi cuprinsi de nocturn,
Sa terminam tangoul.

Ce personaj esti,
Ce dans ciudat ai
Ce tainic joc faci,
Fug iarasi ca un nebun.

Ce personaj esti,
Ce dans ciudat ai
Ce tainic joc faci,
Fug iarasi ca un nebun.

Ce personaj esti tu,
Ce dans ciudat ai tu,
Ce tainic joc faci tu.

Nightly Dance

I dance with you, unshod in the tango's haste,
A stage vacant, dust of time craves.
Sketch outline uncertain, worn by yearning,
And you, a smile bare.

We play a game of make-believe chess,
Losing many pieces in vain.
You a white queen on a path threatened,
And I a simple madman

I write the epilogue without granting you an eden of ideas,
I barter a moment and ponder which piece you will take

What character are you,
What strange dance do you lead
What secretive game do you play,
I flee again like a madman.

What character are you,
What strange dance do you lead
What secretive game do you play,
I flee again like a madman.

The walls draw your silhouette poetically,
A play of black and white on the couch.
This nightfall's script concludes, let's end it now,
Give me a living kiss, a sonnet to compose.

I will often reread an old passage,
From adventures written beneath a sheet.
Do not sketch regret as rain on your face,
Perfect chess is born from tears.

I write the epilogue without granting you
An eden of ideas,
I barter a moment and ponder
Which piece you will take?

Let us leave the queen on a
Madman's path and then,
Then caught in the night,
Finish our tango.

What character are you,
What strange dance do you lead
What secretive game do you play,
I flee again like a madman.

What character are you,
What strange dance do you lead
What secretive game do you play,
I flee again like a madman.

What character are you,
What strange dance do you lead,
What secretive game do you play.