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Depresie pe Dunare

Bea-ti durerea cu flori de tei
Si cauta-ma-n stele .
Arata-mi constelatii noi
Si plimba-ma prin ele.

Budapesta sub cer intunecat
Trist oras de lumini incarcat ,
Cu lumini artificiale
De vieti nedatatoare .

Trista Budapesta!
Atat de trista,
Incat nici luna nu o vrea
Trista Budapesta !
Atat de trista ,
Incat pana si cerul fuge de ea .

In Budapesta cu tine
Am dansat vals pe un vapor intunecat .
In Budapesta cu tine
Luna plina ni s-a aratat doar cat am dansat.

Pe Dunarea salbatica si neimblanzita
Martora a atator varsari de sange, 
Am dansat un vals vienez stangace .
Si pescarusii treziti de zgomotul vaporului
Ne-au intampinat pe cand treceam
Sub podurile nostalgice.

Intr-o Budapesta trista
Eu am fost fericita 
Alaturi de tine.
Dar nu vei sti vreodata ,
Caci tu visai sa ai in brate fata imbracata in palton rosu.
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