Rochia ta [English translation]

The sun's about to rise

You and I, strangers until evening

Between us, the air starts to burn

Our clothes begin to fall

When you don't expect it, I kiss you suddenly

You look, confused, into my eyes

You want it to be clear to me

You don't usually do this

You'd like to leave, but . . .

Your dress would like to fall onto the floor of my room

Your dress would look so good on the floor of my room

I think that you make too many problems for yourself

A part of you wants it, but another feels fear

I feel it, the air begins to chill

Our hands to touch

And it's like your skin calls to me by name

You look, confused, into my eyes

You want it to be clear to me

You don't usually do this

You'd like to leave, but . . .

Your dress would like to fall onto the floor of my room

Your dress would look so good on the floor of my room

You say that you don't give in from the first evening

You say that you have principles and morals

Your dress has a voice and it calls to me

It calls to me . . .

You say that you, you, by the way, are more demure

Then why have you come to my home again?

Your dress has a voice and it says to my face

To my face . . .

Your dress would like to fall onto the floor of my room

Your dress would look so good on the floor of my room

• Artist:Liviu Teodorescu