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Depresie la Notre Dame

Distanta a doua inimi
Atata de puerila mi se pare
Dar imbratisarea bratelor tale
Atata de multa consolare are..

Mergeam la bratul tau agale
Pe strazile inerte din Strasbourg
Visam la biciclete calatoare
Inchiriate de oameni oarecare

Visam cu tine la catedrale 
Si la dragoste infinita
Mergeam cu tine pe stradute 
Intortocheate de tragedii pierdute.

Am trecut pe langa o cafenea
Uitata de lume
In care se canta "Fur Elise"
Mi-ai dedicat melodia cand am ajuns
Si inima mi-a tresaltat de fericire 
Profunda si completa.

Mergeam agale pe strazile din Strasbourg
Cu Notre Dame in spatele nostru 
Care ne privea cum il lasam in urma
Mergeam la bratul tau 
Si iti ascultam confesiunile de dragoste....

Pentru fata in palton rosu care era in fata noastra dar nu ne putea auzi ...

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