In secret loving

by Mihai Eminescu

In secret loving I have kept the silence,
Thinking that you will like it more this way,
For in your eyes I read an everlastingness
Of murderously pleasure fantasies.

But I cannot endure it. Longing’s power
Gives words to tender mysteries;
I want to drown in the sweet kindling
Of that soul alone who knows my soul.

Do you not see my mouth is thirsty
And in my eyes my torment burns
My beautiful with long blonde hair beloved?

With your breath you can cool my moaning,
And with your smile you make my thinking drunk,
Please end this pain, and come to my embrace.

It is spring, it’s spring again!

by Tudor Gheorghe

From their blind sleep, of dark night
From far away, away from beauty
The orchards are returning home
With dresses full of flowers, long.

Refrain:

It is spring, it’s spring again!
On every margin of each river,
The fingers of our ancestors come out
In snowdrops, lilies and sweet violets.

You can feel again the scent of plain
And the sun is warming every flower,
In the song of skylark high
Harvests coming out to sunny weather.

Refrain

In sparrows now abounding every day,
The forests full of cuckoos now invading,
The birds are fighting in the beauty of their songs
And polish every voice to give more praise.

Refrain

Wanderer longing

song by Tudor Gheorghe (Dorul calator)

Refrain:
My longing ran away from home, longing
When the clime was wonderful, longing
He ran away quite undressed,
Bad weather caught him abroad
And I fear that he is cold, longing.

He came back after a week, longing
With three ice flowers in hand, longing
Half in snow, and half viola
As in cradle on a star, longing…

The half part, covered in snow, longing
Melted by the glowing star, longing
And from longing wanderer, only longing wistfulness
Has remained, just tear and flight, longing…

Refrain:
My longing ran away from home, longing
When the clime was wonderful, longing
He ran away quite undressed,
Bad weather caught him abroad
And I fear that he is cold, longing.

Hymn

by Bartolomeu Anania

I’m drawing near you in timidity sweet,
as mild fame approaches the fog of the hay,
I balance the air like the cloud, lonely cloud,
too heavy for heaven, too easy for clay.

I’m happy with you in a delicate song,
like dew in a flower, like shell in a wave,
for only through you does my breath spark along
the eighth sheer light on cold rainbows away.

Through you I am saved in a wonder divine,
like thought doesn’t know, like the tongue doesn’t say,
like only the mirror my being it hums,
one face in the light, and one face in the clay.

I sing of you, Lady, with miracle sweet,
while my heart is caught in a very fine string,
like apple in perfume, like star in a ray,
attempting the ever on this present blink.

Metanoia

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.