Cristian Paduraru Unde Curge Dunarea (cover) Ionel De La Cetate Page

Cristian looked up, tears reflecting the faint moon. "Isn't that where it goes?"

As Cristian's voice drifted over the water, the atmosphere shifted: Cristian looked up, tears reflecting the faint moon

The water seemed to slow down. Cristian sang of youth, of running along the riverbanks with a girl whose laughter sounded like the morning bell of the Cetate church. Cristian looked up