"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

The Bitter Moon / Luna Amara – Stones In White / Pietre In Alb

Stones in white

“I want to set on fire
my last shore when I don’t feel anymore
and the moon in black waters would be silent
to extinguish myself
carried by green waves into wide seas
alone as I was when I came.
I will pass
as if on white sheets you would close a circle
and your hand learns a different shape
I can forgive
or I can lie that one day I can somehow forgive
when all that was mine will belong to someone else
to someone else
All the white stones
gather oblivion
and all that lives gets extinguished and dies
Black oblivion covers the trace
you are blood and clay, your life is one
You could
lie yourself that I will still be here somehow
but we know so well how to forget
If you want
to throw two stones in white, not to take them
in your thought let me be nothing anymore
All the white stones
gather oblivion
and all that lives gets extinguished and dies
Black oblivion covers the trace
you are blood and clay, your life is one”

The Bitter Moon – Stones in white


Pietre in alb

“Vreau s-aprind
ultimul meu mal cand nu mai simt
si luna-n ape negre ar tacea
sa ma sting
dus de valuri verzi in larg de mari
singur cum eram cand am venit.
Am sa trec
ca si cum pe albe foi inchizi un cerc
si mana ta deprinde alt contur
pot sa iert
sau pot sa mint ca pot sa iert cumva
cand tot ce-a fost al meu va fi al altcuiva
al altcuiva
Toate pietrele albe
aduna uitare
si tot ce e viu se stinge si moare
neagra uitare acopera urma
esti sange si lut viata ta-i una
Ai putea
sa te minti ca voi fi tot aici cumva
dar stim atat de bine sa uitam.
Daca vrei
doua pietre-n alb s-arunci nu sa le iei
in gandul tau sa nu mai fiu nimic.
Toate pietrele albe
aduna uitare
si tot ce e viu se stinge si moare
neagra uitare acopera urma
esti sange si lut, viata ta-i una.”

Luna Amara – Pietre in alb

4 responses

  1. quite nice !!!

    November 3, 2012 at 21:52

    • Yes, the lyrics are fabulous… I hope the translation was good enough, I think it’s a pitty that this wide world has no idea what beauty hides behind Romanian words… Thank you for stopping by Mr. Bob.😀

      November 3, 2012 at 22:45

  2. Who hasn’t sharpened the edge of his soul?
    When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate,
    and just after learning to walk, we are tripped,
    and just for wanting to love, we are hated,
    and for no more than touching, we are hurt,
    which of us hasn’t started to arm himself,
    to make himself sharp, somehow,
    like a knife, to pay back the hurt?
    Pablo Neruda, “Appointment with Winter”

    Great lyrics !!!

    November 3, 2012 at 21:58

    • I love Neruda, Thank you D.😀

      November 3, 2012 at 22:37

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