_Poezie scrisa in ora de engleza cu scopul de a scapa de razbunarea profesoarei_
Sometimes I wonder if you ever feel All the things I whisper slowly in your ear At night when you’re asleep, at night When nothing’s Real. A song’s dry trace lingers on your brow From last night’s slumber clinging to your face Oh, sometimes I wonder if you ever see How hard and painful it must be To wipe away that trace . When music binds your dreams And you melt intro my arms In sleep, in gentle floating, In those moments it seems That I’m the only guardian Lonely and awake Protecting your utopia For you my hand to take. It’s never easy I must say, Let alone a leisure But it’s my favorite way to spend the night Which brings me pleasure. Forever letting you be strong And fill yourself with life As the next day you come along And take away my pride. And love me.
