George Bacovia
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Gloomy Evening
Barbarically that woman sang
In that deserted cafe, late,
Barbarically, but full of sorrow -
And such an upset all about ...
And in the music's monstrous row
Barbarically that woman sang.
1881-1957
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Seara Trista
Barbar, canta femeia-aceea,
Tarziu, in cafeneaua goala,
Barbar canta, dar plin de jale, -
Si-n jur era asa rascoala ...
Si-n zgomot monstru de timbale,
Barbar, canta femeia-aceea.
Barbar, canta femeia-aceea ...
Si noi eram o ceata trista -
Prin fumul de tigari, ca-n nouri,
Gandeam la lumi ce nu exista ...
Si-n lungi, satanice ecouri
Barbar, canta femeia-aceea.
Barbarically that woman sang ...
And there we were, in such a gloom -
Through cigarette-smoke, as through clouds,
Pondering non-existent worlds ...
And with a long, satanic boom,
Barbarically that woman sang.
Barbarically that woman sang,
And such an upset all about ...
And we never even made it home,
Foreheads on tables, crying out,
While over us, in the deserted room -
Barbarically that woman sang ...
Barbar, canta femeia-aceea,
Si-n jur era asa rascoala ...
Si nici nu ne-am mai dus acasa,
Si-am plans cu fruntile pe masa,
Iar peste noi, in sala goala -
Barbar, canta femeia-aceea ...