miercuri, 26 noiembrie 2008

Minunata mea fiica

As vrea sa existe o metoda dupa care sa ne crestem copiii. Din pacate uneori gresim si simtim cum ne aluneca printre degete...
Ii trimitem in viata incarcati cu visele lor si sperantele noastre. Nici nu ne imaginam ce presiune punem pe sufletele lor nevinovate. Le dorim binele si nu ne dam seama ca drumul spre iad este pavat cu intentii bune. Si uite asa, aflam ca nu cereau mult de la noi. Doar dragostea noastra neconditionata.
Cineva mult mai destept ca mine spunea ca arta de a fi parinte este arta de a nu uita ca am fost copii.
Bine ai venit acasa, copile drag.




Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile


P.S. Multumesc, Natalia! Acum stiu de ce ascultai melodia aceasta la birou.

2 comentarii:

Nina spunea...

Foarte frumos!
Noi pentru fete ne gandim sa ne luam mitraliera.

Dilimache spunea...

Ceea ce scrii ma face sa ma simt mica si nestiutoare in fata ta, care stii niste lucruri de care eu nu vreau nici sa aud... Citind posturile despre Ortansa insa, imi dau seama ce frumos ati crescut voi impreuna si ce relatie minunata aveti... Sa fiti iubite!