Descriere - Cuvantul care sta sa ma nasca
The word poised to birth me
Prin usile lasate vraiste
De cei ce nu se mai intorc
Prin peretii pe care isi zgariara
Visele
Da buzna glasul multimii
Care se zbate
Deja prinsa intre firele
Iscusitei urzeli a paianjenilor
Politici
Through the wide - open doors
By those who never return
Through the walls on which they'd scratched
Their dreams
The voice barges through from a crowd
Which is struggling
Already trapped
In the skillfully woven web
Of the spiders of politics
