| George Bacovia |
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| Winter Lead |
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| In winter regret has taken me through woods For long now, by the side of the railway line - Towards evening I walk by frozen waters alone When the violet flutters above the world. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Plumb de Iarna |
| Iarna, de-o vreme, ma duce regretul Prin campuri, pe margini de linii ferate - Trec singur spre seara pe ape-nghetate, Cand falfaie, pe lume, violetul. |
| Paloarea, mutismul mineaza-al meu piept Pe satele ninse crai-nou cand apare; Trec singur pe poduri de fier solitare, Si-astept in zapada ... dar ce mai astept? |
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| Pallor and dumbness undermine my heart When the new moon shows over snowed-in villages; Alone I walk by solitary iron bridges, And wait in the snow ... but wait, wait for what? |
| Hoo! ...hoo! ... far off under frozen stars ... At whose door shall I knock in the terrible night? O, dream ... O, liberty ... Hoo! ... hoo! ... far off under frozen stars ... |
| Hau! ... Hau! ... departat sub stele-nghetate ... In noaptea grozava la cine voi bate? ... O, vis ... o, libertate ... Hau! ... Hau! ... departat sub stele-nghetate ... |