| George Bacovia |
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| Autumn Notes |
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| 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. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| 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 ... |
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| 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. |