by Petru Racolța
I drive away the sadness of autumn
With a thought that makes me happy,
Like time, no matter how long,
Love within us does not grow old.
Nostalgia does not give up,
It resists like the heaviest steel,
Strengthening absolute faith
That our memories will never perish.
And so, if we thought about it,
We come to the ultimate truth,
That the body, no matter how dry it is,
The soul always remains young.
Three gifts that form a character
Careful of heart and mind,
With love, memories, and soul
We direct to people and heaven.