West End Dreams

I drink responsibly
I suffer in silence
With the occasional ballad to moisten the cords
Of a love gone by and a break-up sore

The directors
They see my life
In original cutscenes, smart pick-up lines
Impossible car chases ending over the ledge of the Gate

I've always been here
I've lived with the Boys
It's my way of saying I've made the most
Of sunny days, girls and West End dreams

I am the eighties
All over again
And you turn to me softly, not understanding
How can I love you if you're born in the nineties?

Storm

Sleep next to me
My blue eyed lady of the sea -
Your hair like waves crashing in my face -
Let's listen to the storm clouds' anguish

Stay close to me
Like drops of rain in perfect symmetry
Though we die quickly in the asphalt ocean
We have seen the world from a distance

Come morning
The hurt will vanish all in light
While we survive together unfolding
Like bumblebees in a hurricane

Moreria

Don't let the evening pass
With silenced convenience;

I remained untouched by distance
Or so I pretend -

That the once colourful daylight
Has not faded as a result
Of various circumstances.

The unforgettable gaze
Of the flamenco dancers
Has been trapped eternally
In the rhythm.

I thought you said
You would love me forever.
What about I?

Eroul

Nu sunt eroul nimanui
Daca te-ai intrebat vreodata
Nu pot sa fac nimic iesit din comun
Iar cafeaua ma face doar mai agitat

Orice incerc sa scriu
Arata ca o gluma rasuflata
Totul se rupe de la mijloc
Neterminat, ca aceste randuri

Poate ar trebui sa inchid cartea
Sa las jos pixul, lentilele, mingea
Sa nu mai ies din casa pana cand
Nu o sa pot sa fiu perfect pentru tine

Longing For Air

I will have seen you maybe once, maybe twice
But I will have dreamt about you more than a hundred times
In red and black and shapes covering your body
Hiding art from art

I will have wanted to leave everything for you
My nameless passions released from the burden of mediocrity
Lifeless sparks without a chance to prove
That anything else sufficed

I will have taken on roads without signs, without maps
I will have found you there and everywhere without compromise
Only to touch your trembling waist
In warming light

And all of this tomorrow.