George Bacovia
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Autumn Notes
Silence ... it is autumn in the borough ...
Rain ... and only the rain says anything -
A leaden peace, a wind, and on the wind
Go liberated leaves hurrying by.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Note de Toamna
Tacere ... e toamna in cetate ...
Ploua ... si numai ploaia da cuvant -
E pace de plumb, e vant si pe vant
Grabite trec frunzele liberate.
Deschide, da drumu-adorato,
Cu crengi si foi uscate am venit;
In targ, o fata trista a murit, -
Si-au dus-o pe ploaie, si-au ingropat-o ...
Open up, my adored one, let me in,
I've come to you with branches and with dried
Leaves; in the town, a sad girl has died -
They took her out and buried her, in the rain ...
Let me in, it is autumn in the borough -
The whole earth has the aspect of a tomb ...
Rain ... and borne by the wind, over the town
Go liberated leaves hurrying by.
Da drumu, e toamna in cetate -
Inreg pamantul pare un mormant ...
Ploua ... si peste targ, duse de vant,
Grabite, trec frunzele liberate.