Daruieste [English translation]

God, give us the new tranquillity

For being able to agree with the things that cannot be changed

Give us the new will for being able to change the things that can be changed

And wisdom for distinguishing one thing from the other.

More and more, there are few people left, which could

Be truely happy for other people’s happiness

But, if you take it the other way, it seems that

Discovering good things, is always easy, but doing them, is hard.

You offer a hand to other, giving something

You are deffinitely looking is somebody is watching or not

Telling proudly your name, in his mind, to God

While you are longing for much more, then you gave.

Give, say old men

Who have various decades of years, than fingers

They, too, received as a gift, wings with whom, unfortunatelly

Nobody tought them to fly.

You run for a lifetime, in order to make a home only yours

So that, at the end, you don’t even get to live in it.

Looking at everything, as if it was a purely human dream

We dream about and to others, they (the dreams) come true

We need tranquillity, for being able to agree

With the things that we are not able to change anymore

And for the ones that can be changed, You give us the will

And wisdom in order to distinguish between them.

Love the person next to you – did we learn a long time ago

Knock and the door shall open for you – sounds familiar to us

We ignore our people, we disrespect our siblings

We don’t understand ourselves, but we do want others to understand us.

It seems that even the months have more Mondays than Saturdays

And the sun seems not to have the old smiles

Or maybe even doing something good to somebody must be well done

From the heart, without a reason and so that nobody sees you.

The world is full of mankind, but not of human beings

See, what you sow, doesn’t grow anymore

You would also like to be a part from the twins

But, practically you don’t find somebody with whom you would like to sow.

We live transitory through what we receive from our around

But we’ll live forever only through what we give

And we should hurry, because life is borrowed

The more, the less it remains, the less is even more.

• Artist:Cleopatra Stratan