Dacă ar fi să murim

Love here sounds not like tenderness, but like an oath. Solemn, as if spoken under the dome of a church, where even the air trembles with the gravity of the moment. Each line is not about romance, but about a vow to stay together, no matter what, even if “everything” means death. And you believe that these two would really go to God together, arm in arm, stubbornly and to the end.

The melody conveys a rare sense of calm, when fear disappears and only warmth and inevitability remain. You can't write something like this for effect. It's like an old silver ring: it has darkened, but has only become more valuable.