Friday, March 4, 2011

Tri ling y

Ti volevo abbraciare,

dirti che,

sto male,

perche il mio respiro,

vivo,

ma pesante,

ed ogni stante,

ti penso,

e'se ne vai,

non saprai mai,

che'd ogni giorno,

ti penso, si,

l'ho faccio l'ho stesso,

and I whisper in the morning,

call the light,

you by my side,

as the night,

releases its final breath,

letting go for the day,

mine is brighter,

'ats what I say,

ghax ghalkemm li vera,

lid-dinja dulur,

u kull ma tmur ed issir aktar hazina,

ma nistax nahrab mil- imhabba l-ghandi,

u l-hegga li hemm go fina,

ghax jekk dan kollu miktub ma kienx,

u destin ma hassarx jew ma ziedx,

u int fjura taz-zoghzija tieghi,

imdawwra ma' qaddi irridek,

w'ghal dejjem hekk fjur ,

mohbi, mistohbi u mistur,

u bejn l-gheruq u l-frieghi,

tkun int ghal dejjem tieghi,

ghal eternita mieghi.

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