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Era o zi ploioasă
Întorcându-mă acasă Mașina m-a condus Spre tine Spre mormântul tău... Aș putea oare să uit cât de mult îți plăcea ție ploaia? Marmora albă și udă A mormântului tău Strălucea la fel ca zâmbetul tău Fiecare picătură Sărea să mă îmbrățișeze Am văzut cât de fericită erai Dar am și auzit Spunându-mi limpede: Mergi acasă copile Plouă Și tu nu ai umbrelă My mother It was a rainy day Driving back home The car steered me Towards you Your grave... Can i ever forget How much you liked the rain? The white Wet Marble of your grave Sparkled like your smile Every falling drop Bounced to embrace me I could feel you, and how happy you were But I could also hear you Say this Very clearly 'Za Bachiya baraan de (Go my child, it's raining) and you don't have an umbrella' autor Ata Khan, Pakistan
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