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I don't want to steal you

Florin Chilian's music is like life itself: sometimes beautiful, sometimes sad but always true and full of meaning. Listen to the song and read the lyrics.

I will try a personal translation to this song.

I don't want to steal you,
I just want to meet you, somewhere in the middle,
My heart in your heart instead to find.
I don't want you to steal yourself,
I only want you not delude yourself, somewhere in the middle,
Between you and yourself, in the light of your heart to glance!
I don't want you to steal me,
I just want you indulge in receiving gifts from me, somewhere in the middle,
In the serenity of your glance to whirl!
I don't want you to steal us,
I just want you to join us, somewhere in the middle,
In the dream world that only in thought can be retrieved!
I don't want you to steal me,
I don't want you to steal yourself,
I don't want you to steal us!

I don't want to steal you
I just want you to lavish me, somewhere in the middle,
Between everything you are and all that you wish!
I don't want you to steal yourself
I just want you not to stray, somewhere in the middle,
Between all you have lost and all that you can't find!
I don't want you to steal me
I just want you to comfort me, somewhere in the middle,
Between all that I am and all that I miss about you!
I don't want you to steal us
I just want you to protect us, somewhere in the middle,
Between all that I don't tell you and all that you think!

I don't want you to steal me,
I don't want you to steal yourself,
I don't want you to steal us!
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