Marta Popovici

Lyrics

We come and we go
A timeline of spaces.
The greater we are,
The older our faces.

Creations of one sky,
So young, untainted.
Ah, is there a way to be recreated?

Oh mother, your womb -
An endless revival
Of spirits on the earth,
Of endless survival.

We danced all the dances
And crossed over the lines
But time as it passed
Left its mark on our chances.

We come and we go
A timeline of spaces.
The greater we are,
The older our faces.