| George Bacovia |
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| It is dawn, there's an autumn chill, And the smoke curls in wisps As far as your eyes can see; Through the orchards there's a mist. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Alean |
| E-n zori, e frig de toamna, Si cat cu ochii vezi Se-ncolaceste fumul, Si-i pacla prin livezi. |
| Rasuna, trist, de glasuri Campiile pustii, - Si pocnet lung, si chiot Se-aude-n deal la vii. |
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| The plains, deserted, echo With voices plaintively, - From the hillside vineyards a long Crack and a cheer are heard. |
| The children run with a kite, A child like them you feel, And weep ... there's an autumn chill, Through the orchards there's a mist. |
| C-un zmeu copiii alearga, Copil, ca ei te vezi, Si plangi ... si-i frig de toamna ... Si-i pacla prin livezi. |