On the skies {Pe ceruri]

On the skies moon climbs anew
To its light I raise my brow
And my thought is tracing you
On the road where you are now.

You're a vagrant, it goes by
Like the life and worldly things,
To this earth few moments tie
Our short love with dainty strings.

You, this moon so proud and cool,
How I'd like to stop, my friend,
And enraptured, like a fool,
To behold you years on end.