George Bacovia
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July
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
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Cuptor
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.
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 ...