| George Bacovia |
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| My room frightens me With its paintwork of black strips - Through the night, ragged autumn Plays a thousand pipes. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Singur |
| Odaia mea ma inspaimanta Cu braie negre zugravita - Prin noapte, toamna despletita In mii de fluiere canta. |
| - Odaie, plina de mistere, In pacea ta e nebunie; Dorm umbre negre prin unghere, Pe masa arde o faclie. |
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| - Room, full of mysteries, There's madness in your calm; Black shadows sleep in corners, On the table a candle burns. |
| - Room, full of echoes, When I'm overwhelmed with tears, The black paintings hang sadly - In the mirror the candle flickers. |
| - Odaie, plina de ecouri, Cand plansu-ncepe sa ma prinda, Stau triste negrele tablouri - Faclia tremura-n oglinda. |
| Odaia mea ma inspaimanta ... Aici n-ar sta nici o iubita, Prin noapte, toamna despletita In mii de fluiere canta. |
| My room frightens me ... Here no love of mine would live, - Through the night, ragged autumn Plays a thousand pipes. |