Rafale
De ploi,
Azi vreau sa fac din tine si mine
Noi!
Sa ne iubim
Sub clar de luna
Goi.
Si, impartind
Sarutari in parti egale,
Fericirea sa cada peste noi-
Rafale!
You once told me That I am living poetry And you can't handle my love. It's all right, honey, Sometimes, neither do I. But what else can I do? Stop loving you? I'd rather die.
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