I cannot find a different method,
To navigate through the deafening cries in the night,
Interpreted by the ghosts of amour; Injustice,
The fate of my life seems like a special deception.

The only escape tactic is paradoxical:
Participating in this fatal masquerade,
In which we are guided by hopes and potential,
But the thought and spirit are only partially there.

How can the heart remain whole, pure,
When it is divided between loyalty and temptation?
Under the pressure of the desire for adventure and novelty,
It is torn apart in captivity, the valves remain bleu.

A register of unfulfilled requests opens,
The spark of love fades and innocence closes.
Tell me how to fall in love,
For carbon has disappeared from our chemistry; To utter

A thousand romantic declarations no longer has any effect,
There is a void in my soul, even though everything is correct on paper.
Although it shouldn't hurt—it burns,
From unshed tears I have built waterfalls.

I begin to hate myself because I cannot love you,
My cup of patience has the tendency to crack.
"Stop lying to yourself!" my conscience signals desperately,
Having long sensed that he does not feel my frequency.

Nu reusesc sa gasesc o diferita modalitate,
Sa navighez printre strigate surde in noapte,
De strigoii amorului interpretate; Nedreptate,
Sortitul vietii mele pare o inselatorie aparte.

Singura tactica de evadare este paradoxala:
Participarea la aceasta mascarada fatala,
In care ne ghidam dupa sperante si potential,
Iar gandul si spiritul sunt acolo doar partial.

Cum poate ramane inima intreaga, curata,
Cand este impartita intre loialitate si ispita?
Sub presiunea dorintei de aventura si nou,
Se sfasie in captivitate, valvele raman bleu.

Un registru de cereri necompletate se deschide,
Sclipirea dragostei paleste si inocenta se inchide.
Spune-mi cum sa procedez pentru a ma indragosti,
Caci carbonul a disparut din chimia noastra; A rosti,

O mie de declaratii romantice nu mai are efect,
In sufletul meu e vid, desi pe foaie totu-i corect.
Cu toate ca nu ar trebui sa doara – arde,
Din lacrimi nevarsate am construit cascade.

Incep sa ma urasc pentru ca nu te pot iubi,
Paharul meu cu rabdare tinde la a se ciobi.
“Nu te mai minti!” semnaleaza disperata constiinta,
Care a intuit de mult ca el nu-mi simte frecventa.