Today I have a heavy heart and it will always be the same, every year. And no tear I could ever cry will ease this pain.
It snows as it used to snow in December 1989. But when other people were happy for Christams and freedom, we were mourning for the loss of my father, Ioan / John. I will always miss the kind good soul that we lost that day.
I miss you, dad, I will always miss you. And I never told you how much I love you.
Rest in peace with God, bless your good loving soul.
tonight and always
it snows outside and over my soul
heavy silences are falling
shades of black and white in every corner
in the end it will be peace.