| George Bacovia |
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| Neurosis |
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| My loved one plays the piano while Outside the snow falls ruinously, - The town's in darkness, as though It was snowing in a cemetery. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Nevroza |
| Afara ninge prapadind, Iubita canta din clavir, Si targul sta intunecat, De parca ninge-n cimitir. |
| Iubita canta-un mars funebru, Iar eu nedumerit ma mir; De ce sa cante-un mars funebru ... Si ninge ca-ntr-un cimitir. |
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| My loved one plays a funeral march, And I'm perplexed and wonder: why Should she be playing a funeral march ... And it snows as in a cemetery. |
| She cries, she's fallen on the keys, And groans, as fevered, heavily ... The piano dies in a discord And it snows as in a cemetery. |
| Ea plange, si-a cazut pe clape, Si geme greu ca in delir ... In dezacord clavirul moare, Si ninge ca-ntr-un cimitir. |
| Si plang si eu, si tremurand Pe umeri pletele-i resfir ... Afara targul sta pustiu Si ninge ca-ntr-un cimitir. |
| And I tremble, and I spread her hair Over her shoulders; I too cry ... Outside the town remains deserted, And it snows as in a cemetery. |