Ploaie în luna lui Marte [English translation]

It was raining hellishly

and we were making love in the attics.

Through the oval window's sky,

the clouds were flying by in March.

The walls of the room were restless,

under chalk drawings.

Our souls were dancing

unseen in a concrete world.

Your wings'll get soaked with rain, you said,

it rains with globes on the Globe and through time.

No worries, I said, Lorelei,

my flight'll get soaked with feathers.

And I was floating away. And did't know where I had

left my room in this world.

And you'd shout after me:

answer me, answer me,

who are more beautiful: the people? ... the rain? ...

It was raining hellishly, a completely mad rain,

and we were making love in the attics.

I wouldn't have wanted it to end

That March.

• Artist:Nichita Stănescu