lyrics by Radu Gyr (music and singer Tudor Gheorghe)
Lord, turn suffering to arches
Golden bridge, a taller one,
And change teardrop into blanket
For a bed as deep as warm.
From the unjust blows of hostile
Make some wine and honeycomb.
Change the losses into staircase,
And from falling – alpine climb.
From the poison in our chalice
Make an everlasting scent.
And turn every wound forever
Into censer for ascent.
Lord, you can reshape disaster,
And each dream shattered in chest.
And from every bluest martin,
Make a smile of wise content.