| George Bacovia |
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| December |
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| See how December snows ... Look there by the window, my dear - Tell them to bring in more embers, Then we can hear the fire roar. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Decembrie |
| Te uita cum ninge decembrie, Spre geamuri, iubito, priveste - Mai spune s-aduca jaratec Si focul s-aud cum trosneste. |
| Si mana fotoliul spre soba, La horn sa ascult vijelia, Sau zilele mele - totuna - As vrea sa le-nvat simfonia. |
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| Push the armchair up the stove And then we'll hear, by the chimney, The storm, or my days - it's the same - I must learn their symphony. |
| Tell them also to bring in the tea, And come closer yourself too, please, - Read me something about the poles, Let it snow ... let the snow bury us. |
| Mai spune s-aduca si ceaiul, Si vino si tu mai aproape, - Citeste-mi ceva de la poluri, Si ninga ... zapada ne-ngroape. |
| Ce cald e aicea la tine. Si toate din casa mi-s sfinte, - Te uita cum ninge decembre ... Nu rade ... citeste-nainte. |
| How warm it is here in your home, Which to me is totally sacred, - See how December snows ... Don't laugh ... go on reading alaud. |
| It's day and what darkness there is ... We need a lamp fetched, would you ask - Look, the snow is as high as the fence, And the door-handle's caught by the frost. |
| I'm not going home now today ... In front and behind there's a flood, See how December snows ... Don't laugh ... go on reading aloud. |
| E ziua si ce intuneric ... Mai spune s-aduca si lampa - Te uita, zapada-i cat gardul, Si-a prins promoroaca si clanta. |
| Eu nu mai duc azi acasa ... Potop e-napoi si-nainte, Te uita cum ninge decembre, Nu rade, citeste-nainte. |