[Verse 1:] Living, reliving And tasting, perceiving The scent of a love that is mute, [Verse 2:] Upon the flesh feeling From lips, slowly stealing The nectar of love that is blind, [Verse 3:] A distance out-weaving With mind-ear perceiving The beats of a heart that is deaf [outro:] I’m drowning in pain, But I drink it like rain— That wine from the bitterest spring It burns through the blood, Like a slow-rising flood, For a love that is breaking in two. --- And here is the Romanian poem/song: https://suno.com/s/7V1lC8SQtYb9yvmc
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