Zile Fara Tine

it's raining and raining and raining at night
raining with tears in my soul
the wind that blows gently from afar
it brings you to my thoughts always
days without you, many serene nights
I think of you, and I miss you, miss you so much!
days without you, and too many serene nights
do I still live with the thought that you'll return to me
teardrops shimmer and fade again in the night
my soul without you is poor
my eyes leave diamonds on my cheeks
a day without you feels like a drag.