by Petru Racolța
I didn't tell anyone I love you Nor that you love me so much, Our love is a secret That will remain so forever. A hidden and confined feeling, It's the holiest thing for me, What I will keep hidden from the evil world And then I'll take it to the grave. Our love has taken roots, And it only secretly wants to flourish, Only the mouth of the world is poison That can wither it. That's why we'll always protect it, For it is nourished by the great mystery, The harder it is, the more enjoyable it is. We guard and admire how it grows.