Have you ever wondered who am I,
The unknown angel who flies above the sky,
The veiled demon in secrecy and lie,
A person who watches you and loves the things that die.

I know, your every limb was craving for my presence
While life itself was empty without my very essence!
But still, behold your hero in disguise:
The soiled and ragged beggar who's powerful and wise.

I'm not a poltergeist and either ghost or freak,
I'm not a spirit who's maddened and it's weak!
I am a soul beyond all laws of nature
Beyond that love of god and that of every creature;
I come to you to make you feel and listen
The beauty and the shape of my ecstatic wisdom:
Philosophy of life and theory of soul
Enriching your existence, my young and frail doll!

I'll use the gifts I have been given to comfort your whole life,
Through you I breath, I feel, I listen, you make me feel alive!
Do not reject me and please do not despise
The sheer intention of my will to be again surprised –
While all my kingdoms turn to sand and fall into the sea,
You still deny my fair intention to make you find the key.

What is the meaning of my life is you declare your independence?
Then go ahead, do make your move and scatter all my essence

Shallow and empty is the world
Pitch black night and I am cold
Shiver when the cold wind blows
Hearing whispers no one knows

Thinking that the end is near
Nothing new, nothing to fear
Loneliness will disappear
Strange new feeling will appear.

Pitch black the sky above
Is this feeling really love?
Will i ever feel it too;
Will I ever know it's you?

Frunze cad,de vanturi se aduna
Pe trecatori de glasuri ce erau o data
Ramase pustii ca dupa furtuna
Aduna morminte de amintiri de altadata

Fior de dimineata rece si senin
In lacrimi sangerii descopera zarea
Cu jocuri de aripi si glas fin
Acum-si poarta doar marea

Pustiita de glas,doar rece si sarata,
In zori de zi isi pierde culoarea
Iar tarmul de care este strans legata
Acum-si poarta doar marea

Sulfetele ce cu atat drag imparteau sarutul
In fire fierbinti ce le imbratisa calea
Departe sunt de nisipul ce naste acum tacutul
Si-si poarta singur marea