| George Bacovia |
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| What shouting, what groaning in autumn ... And how wildly the forest hums - A horn resounds in the hollows, And a sadder lament begins. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Melancolie |
| Ce chiot, ce vaiet in toamna. Si codrul salbatec vuieste - Rasuna-n coclauri un bucium, Si doina mai jalnic porneste. |
| - Asculta, tu, bine, iubito, Nu plange si nu-ti fie teama, Asculta cum greu, din adancuri, Pamantul la dansul ne cheama ... |
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| - Listen carefully now, my darling, Don't be alarmed and don't weep - Listen and hear how the hard earth Is calling to us, from deep. |