But a Song Comes From Somewhere Far Away

far-away

I don’t know what’s going on around,

Maybe the trees sing their anxiety in the wood,

Maybe all birds are looking for a voice

Stolen by the nightingale a long time ago.

 

And their anxiety comes to me

Carried by the wind like a breeze.

 

I don’t know what’s going on around,

But a song comes from somewhere far away.

 

I don’t know what’s going on,

Trees, or birds, or you…

But a song comes from somewhere far away.

Mircea M. Pop, Dar vine de undeva de departe un cântec

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus