What Do You Dream?

Still, the wine has an end. And the green dress

remains only a dream – one of the many;

The roses at your neck have the shape of a black orchid

So afraid I will not be able to tell you;

afraid I will never see the red moons,

afraid I will never gaze into the green…

And never the less I’m afraid!

Afraid I will never be able to tell you my dreams.

And I wonder! What do you dream!

Si totusi paharul de vin se termina. Si rochia verde ramane
doar un vis printre multe alte dorinte;
Iar colierul cu trandafiri a capatat forma unei orhidee negre

Mi-e teama ca nu voi avea curajul sa-ti spun;
Mi-e teama ca lunile nu le voi mai prinde rosii,
Mi-e teama ca ochii se vor pierde iara in verde…
Si nu in cele din urma mi-e teama!

Mi-e teama ca nu voi avea curajul sa iti spun ce visez.
Si ma intreb! Oare care-s visele tale?