Dor să-ţi fie dor [English translation]

Two hands are touching.

I still see you at dawn,

I feel some mornings that you'll come.

I fall asleep on your pillow, I drink from your cup,

And it still makes me suffer

The smell of your perfume.

And for me it is still tough, tough, tough.

I miss you being mine again.

I miss it and it pains me.

I miss you missing me. (x2)

I miss you missing me.

How can I break my habit and to get used to live

Without you, without your eyes,

Without the mornings at two?

I ask myself: what are you doing, how are you?

Do you still love me?

Because if you loved me, you would have been here now.

And for me it is still tough, tough, tough.

I miss you being mine again.

I miss it and it pains me.

I miss you missing me. (x2)

Do you miss, miss, miss...

Miss you missing me, missing me, missing me.

Miss you missing me, missing me, missing me.

Miss you missing me, missing me, missing me.

Miss you missing me, missing me, missing me.

And for me it is still tough, tough, tough.

I miss you being mine again.

I miss it and it pains me.

I miss you missing me. (x2)

• Artist:Sore