| George Bacovia |
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| Lugubrious, late in the night The brass-band barrel-organ whined ... Lost in the deserted museum, I looked through the glasses, alone. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Plangea caterinca-fanfara Lugubru in noapte, tarziu ... Si singur priveam prin ochene, Pierdut in muzeul pustiu ... |
| Si-n lumea ochenelor triste Ma prinse sinistre ganduri - In jurul meu corpuri de ceara, Cu hade si fixe priviri. |
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| And in the world of sad glasses I was gripped by sinister thoughts - There were bodies of wax around me, With hideous, fixed stares. |
| And the brass-band barrel organ Gave me a satanic fright; In coffins of glass - princesses In lace mechanically sighed. |
| Si-acea caterinca-fanfara Imi dete un tremur satanic; In racle de sticla - princese Oftau, in dantele, mecanic. |
| Si-atunci am fugit plin de groaza Din sumbrul muzeu fioros, Orasul dormea in tacere, Flasneta plangea cavernos. |
| And then full of horror I ran From the sombre museum of dread, The town was sleeping in silence, Like a cavern the organ whined. |
| A sad, forgotten aria The brass-band barrel-organ whined ... And I stood petrified .. and for ages, The city seemed to be damned. |
| Plangea caterinca-fanfara O arie trista, uitata ... Si stam impietrit ... si de veacuri Cetatea parea blestemata. |