Aurelian Andreescu - Tu Esti Primavara Mea

Muzica: Florin Bogardo Versuri: Ioana Diaconescu Nu-i tarziu Nu-i tarziu sa cred Nu-i tarziu sa cred glasul tau si-n mana ta Si-n privirea ta Sa cred in ea Sa visez ca-mi aduci lumini Insa tu dispari in fum Si pasii tai se pierd pe alt drum Te chem acum Locul tau ca un arbore de-argint mi-a amintit Ca povestea noastra fara de sfarsit Va-ncununa intr-o zi Iubirea mea si-a ta Aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa Refren: Tu esti primavara mea Cu ochi de stea si maini de flori De vrei orice nor tu il alungi Peste zari cu glas de dor Tu esti primavara mea Lumina me si dulci chemari Departe spre zari cu glas de dor De dor Ai plecat Si in urma ta Raul n-are glas si ochii mei raman pustii Si ma-ntreb mereu Cand ai sa vii Te ating, Si-un fragil contur Se destrama-n vant sii esti un nor si iar te pierd Esti un gand amagitor Ai plecat si-ai lasat inchisa-n floarea ce-o purtai Bucuria intreag-a soarelui de mai Si ai ascuns un dor in taina stelelor Aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa Refren... Nu-i tarziu, nu-i tarziu sa-ti spun Ca iubirea-n zori, rasarit de flori Nu se poate opri, nu se va sfarsi Oare-ai sa revii? ~ * ~ “You are my springtime“ It isn’t too late It isn’t too late to believe In your voice and in your hand ... And in your eyes, to believe in them To dream about lights that you bring But you disappear in haze And your steps fade away On a different path I call to you now. Your spot, like a silver tree reminded me That our neverending story Will embrace one day My love and yours. You are my springtime With eyes of stars And hands of flowers. If you wish, any cloud You can chase away beyond horizon With loving voice. You are my springtime My light And carry dreams far beyond horizon With loving voice, loving voice. You left And without you The river is silent And my eyes remain barren And I wonder always When will you return. I touch you And a fragile contour Is torn in wind And you are a cloud And I lose you again You are a deluding thought. You left And left closed in the flower you were wearing The entire joy of may sunlight And you hid a yearning In the mystery of stars. You are my springtime With eyes of stars And hands of flowers. If you wish, any cloud You can chase away, over horizon With loving voice. You are my springtime My light And carry dreams far beyond horizon With loving voice, loving voice. It isn’t too late It isn’t late to tell you That love at dawn Blooming flowers Cannot stop Will not end ... I wonder, ... will you return?