Cuvântul care stă să mă nască. The word poised to birth me

Prin usile lasate vraiste

De cei ce nu se mai intorc

Prin peretii pe care isi zgariara

Visele

Da buzna glasul multimii

Care se zbate

Deja prinsa intre firele

Iscusitei urzeli a paianjenilor

Politici

Through the wide-open doors

By those who never return

Through the walls on which they’d scratched

Their dreams

The voice barges through from a crowd

Which is struggling

Alreadz trapped

In the skillfullz/woven web

Of the spiders of politics