How much love I was able,
Ada you remember - the student.
How many noble poetry, rare:
Glory and risks - banner you.
What routes through time turned fierce,
How many stops, how many kisses,
What bridges the shop, the fleet burned
How many collisions, the sound shields...
Moments young and idolatrous.
Since I'm thirsty - cup is full?
Your hair waving the lecture...
Time retain it: falls, Ileana.
SI in romana este asta
De cata iubire eram in stare,
Ada-ti aminte - in studentie.
De cate poetici nobile, rare:
Glorii si riscuri - flamura tie.
Ce rute crancene prin timp intoarse,
Cate popasuri, cate saruturi,
Ce punti pravalite, ce flote arse,
Cate ciocniri, ce sunet de scuturi...
Clipele tinere si idolatre.
Inca mi-e sete - plina e cana?
Parul tau flutura prin amfiteatre...
Timpul retine-l: scade, Ileana.