George Bacovia
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White crystal stars are falling, in a flood
And in the night full of sins it snows;
By the hearth in the flame that scarcely glows -
Today, even my final dream has dies.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Potop, cad stele albe de cristal
Si ninge-n noaptea plina de pacate;
La vatra-n para ce abia mai bate -
Azi, a murit chiar visul meu final.
Si ninge-n miezul noptii glacial ...
Si tu iar tremuri, suflet singuratec, -
Pe vatra-n para slaba, in jaratec, -
Incet, cad lacrimi roze, de cristal.
And in the glacial dead of night it snows ...
And you, lonely soul, you shiver again -
On the hearth, into the embers, the faint flame -
Slowly the tears are falling, crystal, rose.