When the moon sets to rest….
and when every morning, who is it that holds the bottle to the busom?
Its Ionel…. of course…
Ionel, stop drinking, can’t you see the girls are coming to the party?
Ionel, please stop being so drunk….
What did you find in Mari-a? what was so special that you have to cry?
When the world is full of love…
let’s go out tonight, dream at the moon and stars, pick some flowers, give them to pretty girls….
Can’t you see there’s nothing Mari-a has that others don’t?
Oh, yes, you will feel pain, agony, and sadness. Truly you will never forget her…
but why should that stop you from loving beyond…
there’s one right there… Doesn’t she look just like Mari-a? wouldn’t she make you smile like you did before?
Put the bottle down, Ionel, and go talk to her… let’s see you make her smile…
After all, she burned your heart to a blackened state…. That’s why they call it fiery passion….
This love will burn you till the end of your days,
What butterflies she put in your stomache….
yet, I’m telling you Ionel…. drop that bottle, and go dance with that girl….
show her the time of your life… for tomorrow she’ll hurt you too… just as Mari-a did….