mi-am ridicat mainile in calea vantului si l-am lasat sa ma usuce pana la coate
si eram bucuroasa….
si ei vor vedea ca nu imi pastrez in suflet suparari
vantul se intetea,
furtuna-mi vuia in crestet,
dar am ramas
sa vada ei cata putere intr-o femeie,
rece de nori mi-a biciut chipul
dar am ramas
sa visez
si nu-mi pasa ce vad ei.

I raised my hands into the wind and let it dry to my elbows

and I was happy ....

and they will see that I do not keep sorrow in my soul.

The wind was blowing,

the storm was whining in my head,

but I stayed

so they could see the power of a woman,

cold clouds whipped my face

but I stayed

to dream

and I don't care what they see.