| George Bacovia |
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| There are some dead in the town, darling, And I came to tell you just that; On the bier, because of the heat in town - Slowly the corpses rot. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Sant cativa morti in oras, iubito, Chiar pentru asta am venit sa-ti spun; Pe catafalc, de caldura-n oras, Incet, cadavrele se descompun. |
| Cei vii se misca si ei descompusi, Cu lutul de caldura asudat; E miros de cadavre, iubito, Si azi, chiar sanul tau e mai lasat. |
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| The living, with flesh drenched in sweat From the heat, also move in decay; There's a stench of corpses, my darling, And even your breasts wilt today. |
| Pour some strong scent on the carpets, Bring me roses to fit you out; There are some dead in the town, darling, And slowly the corpses rot ... |
| Toarna pe covoare parfume tari, Adu roze pe tine sa le pun; Sant cativa morti in oras, iubito, Si-ncet cadavrele se descompun ... |