| George Bacovia |
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| Gloomy Evening |
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| 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 |
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| 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. |
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| 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 ... |