E felul in care dormi pe perna mea,
Mana ta care imi cauta pielea sub care
Frecusul sangelui nu conteneste un minut;
Fiorul nu se indeparteaza, nu piere
E tot mai adanc, tot mai fierbinte
Tot mai tacut…
E felul cum ma privesti cu ochii inchisi
Atunci cand dorm cu inima deschisa.
Imi managai parul cu sangele arzand mocnit
In vene; ma cauti printre paturile grele
Tot mai aproape, mai aproape
Spre sfarsit….
In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don’t understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
but tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won’t do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrified
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
but tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
but tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
Nouvelle Vague – In a manner of speaking
