George Bacovia
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Alone
My room frightens me
With its paintwork of black strips -
Through the night, ragged autumn
Plays a thousand pipes.
1881-1957
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
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.
- 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.