DE-A BABA-OARBA
Hai să credem tot ce spunem,
E un joc foarte frumos.
Tu să-mi spui : " Te iubesc "
Şi eu să mă bucur copilăreşte,
De parcă mi-ai fi dăruit un briceag
Cu plăsele de os.
Să-mi spui curat
Tot ce cugeţi tu
Despre vecini, despre univers
Şi despre ploaie ;
Sau să nu-mi spui nimic
Şi toate gîndurile mele să dea din cap
Că aşa e.
Iar eu să-ţi spun :
" Pe unghia asta tu ai un lac adînc
Şi pe toate celelalte cîte o mare.
Dacă mişti degetele prin zilele mele,
Poţi stîrni Niagare ".
Şi pînă seara din cuvintele mele
Să crească o iarbă înaltă
Care să-şi scoată colţul prin cer,
În vîrf cu pămîntul nostru,
Ori cu vreo sămanţă de stea.
Şi tu să crezi în iarba mea.
S-o crezi pe toată orbeşte.
Şi eu să cred în urma ta cu un pas,
Cavalereşte.
HIDE AND SEEK
Come to believe everything we say,
It's a very nice game.
Let you tell me : " I love you "
And let I enjoy it childishly,
As if you had given to me a penknife
With hendles of bone.
Let you tell me clearly
Everything you think
About the neighbors, about the universe
And about the rain ;
Or let you not tell me anything
And let all my thoughts shake their head
That so it is.
And let I tell to you :
" On this nail you have a deep lake
And on all the others a sea.
If you move your fingers through my days
You may stir Niagaras ".
And until the evening from my words
Let a high grass grow
Which will bring its point through the sky,
On top with our earth
Or with a seed of a star.
And let you believe in my grass,
Believe it whole, blindly.
And let I believe behind you with one step
Corteously.
HIDE AND SEEK
Come to believe everything we say,
It's a very nice game.
Let you tell me : " I love you "
And let I enjoy it childishly,
As if you had given to me a penknife
With hendles of bone.
Let you tell me clearly
Everything you think
About the neighbors, about the universe
And about the rain ;
Or let you not tell me anything
And let all my thoughts shake their head
That so it is.
And let I tell to you :
" On this nail you have a deep lake
And on all the others a sea.
If you move your fingers through my days
You may stir Niagaras ".
And until the evening from my words
Let a high grass grow
Which will bring its point through the sky,
On top with our earth
Or with a seed of a star.
And let you believe in my grass,
Believe it whole, blindly.
And let I believe behind you with one step
Corteously.
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