| George Bacovia |
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| So, darling, I've come once again ... Though can hardly, today, get about - Open the piano and play me A song of the dead. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Iubito, si iar am venit ... Dar astazi, de-abia ma mai port - Deschide clavirul si canta-mi Un cantec de mort. |
| Si daca-am sa cad pe covoare In tristul, tacutul salon, - Tu canta nainte, iubito, Incet, monoton. |
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| And if I collapse on the carpets In the drawing-room silent and gloom, - You keep on playing, my darling, Slowly, in monotone. |