ADRIAN PAUNESCU DRAGI PARINTI FREE DOWNLOAD

They have paid with their own lives. For those who gave life to us Give an order, do something To gain time for them, To make them start all over again. Homage to a great writer and poet who brought a ray of hope to the youth in communist Romania. For the ones who gave us life. Posted by Adi at I am grateful, dear dad,.

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Do something, pass a decree. Shower your folks with kindness. My daughter and my son, I am the one whose turn is next, Dearly beloved, I have to leave you as well.

Adrian Păunescu - Rugă pentru părinţi lyrics + English translation

So long, my little girl. I am grateful, dear dad, I am grateful, dear mom. Full of suffering and sickness. For their life was harsh and crass.

Spirare does not own the information or profit from its use. Fading bodies leave the soul.

Farewell, my father, Farewell, my mother, So long, my boy, So long, my little girl. Why you look at me like this.

Rugă pentru părinţi (English translation)

Use of the information and data is to bring awareness of death and dying. The Shack by William P. It was intuitively unde Will surely live among the greats into eternity When my mother died it was crystal clear that the appearance or the experience I was witnessing of a body dying was not ultimate TRUTH One day it will be my turn.

Our lives, heavy with qualm.

Slow them down, or even, maybe. My dad, my son. Take a look at how they go.

So long, my son. My mom, my little girl. For those who gave life to us Give an order, do something To gain time for arrian, To make them start all over again. Homage to a great writer and poet who brought a ray of hope to the youth in communist Romania.

Eu sunt cel ce va urma. Soul September 21, Death Awareness. Divine Love Cannot Change by Leo Tolstoy - Loving with human love, one may pass from love to hatred; but divine love cannot change. Our dear parents, falling ill.

Start anew, with much less strife. Take a look at how they fade. But why are you looking at me like that? In cinstea unui mare poet si scriitor care a adus fericire tinerilor din Romania in timpuri comuniste For the ones who gave us life. Finishing their earthly role.