| George Bacovia |
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| Like vast tears of blood Leaves from the branches flow - And slowly the bloodied dusk Penetrates the window. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Ca lacrimi mari de sange Curg frunzele de pe ramuri, - Si-nsangerat, amurgul Patrunde-ncet prin geamuri. |
| Pe dealurile-albastre, De sange urca luna, De sange pare lacul, Mai ros ca-ntotdeauna. |
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| Over the blue hills A moon of blood rises, The lake looks like blood, A deeper red always. |
| At the window, in the sick Dusk, a girl coughs. And now her handkerchief Looks like the flowing leaves. |
| La geam tuseste-o fata In bolnavul amurg; Si s-a facut batista Ca frunzele ce curg. |