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I Miss my Father so much

I miss my father so much
I need his opinion on a couple of things
He has neglected checking up on me
And he hasn't come to me since the day he died
His glasses and his watch
are still on the shelf where he left them
And his clothes are in their plastic bag
and they're new since the day he bought them..
 
I wish to talk to him
to tell him of all that has happened
And I would tell him who visited him and gave him his blood
And I would tell him that I'm sorry
because I hid this all from him
I would swear to him that I wish
that I could touch his hands one day
 
I would make him a light cup of tea
And split a loaf of bread between us
His embrace always brought us all together
We found company in his voice
I [still] sit down with him many times
And I complain to him about life
I know that he hears me
I'm sure that he sensed me
 
Surely death is incapable
of murdering the feelings inside people
And there is no tree in this life
that you can hack down by its roots
And no one departs from this life
without leaving a son/daughter who is like him
and who prays for him
 
I really miss my father
I miss many things I used to do with him
things that I've stopped doing alone
ever since the day he died
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

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Simply

Give me simply
What you most like
What you most like
Give me only
What you most like
And nothing else
 
You're full of shadows
And you darkened the house
The nest was hot
And it ended up cold
Sometimes it hurts to lie the truth to you
You look like a hermit
Like a trapped beast
That just wants to attack me
That's why
 
Give me simply
What you most like
What you most like
Give me only
What you most like
And nothing else
 
Effort ruins you
Just curves in your back
Life loses its flair
For the one who forgets to celebrate
And you ask of me what I don't have, my own good
What I do isn't enough for you
There's not enough bread to fill the hole
Of existential anguish
That's why
 
Give me only
What you most like
And nothing else
 
OS:
It's overblown, watching the ground
With a virgin in your arms
You got rid of yourself
And now you blame God
I love your smile
And I don't need others'
If you danced for heaven that night, love
Good omens will arrive
 
Sometimes I feel gory
Fantasizing about your life
I don't emphasize more hopes
Than that you're going to change
And sometimes you become demanding
Hoping for magic in my proposals
But some absurd response
Lets you down again
 
Give me simply
What you most like
What you most like
Give me only
What you most like
And nothing else
 
Give me simply
What you most like
What you most like
Give me only
What you most like
And nothing else
 

Îmbrățișarea

Ia-mă în brațe, ia-mă în brațe, ia-mă…
Cu multă tandrețe și nu-mi mai da drumul!
Ia-mă în brațe, ia-mă în brațe, ia-mă…
Cu multă tandrețe și nu-mi mai da drumul!
Ia-mă în brațe, ia-mă în brațe, ia-mă…
Și lasă primăvara ta să înceapă.
(x2)
 
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Valentine Day

From that
From this
From that too
Shall I kiss you?
On your lips
On your feet
On your every hair strands
Shall I wander?
Without I don't open my eyes
Without I don't make any noice
Without I don't tell anyone
Shall I love?
Look, dear, look at this
14 th February
Happy years to our love
Valentine Day is a just day
I love you everyday
Valentine Day is once
You are my love everybody knows it
 
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Cabaret

There are artists of cabaret who perform their show
day after day without expecting great success;
They just pretend to have a place to work.
Others act in the pubs, or so-called café concerts,
for reduced audiences with good purchasing power.
There are artists of cabaret, there are who do varieté
and the street ones, who perform for those pedestrians
who stop to watch what the others are watching.
Next, we have the one who prefers to perform his role
in selected and marginal intellectual circles.
There are artists of higher summoning, mor elevel
who do shows in the Colon or who perform
in that kind of places and who sing in mayor C.
Others achieve to sweep the nation, and in their glory days
they do TV and radio and they can fill stadiums.
And there are artists who can stand out even more
and do their show for the whole nation almos without exception
and of course, by democratic choice.
 
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