| George Bacovia |
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| Lacustine |
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| So many nights I've heard the rain, Have heard matter weeping ... I am alone, my mind is drawn Towards lacustrine dwellings. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Lacustra |
| De-atatea nopti plouand, Aud materia plangand ... Sant singur, si ma duce-un gand Spre locuintele lacustre. |
| Si parca dorm pe scanduri ude, In spate ma izbeste-un val - Tresar din somn, si mi se pare Ca n-am tras podul de la mal. |
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| As though I slept on wet boards, A wave will slap me in the back - I start from sleep, and it seems I haven't drawn the bridge from the bank. |
| A void of history extends, I find myself in the same times ... And sense how through so much rain The heavy timber stilts are tumbling. |
| Un gol istoric se intinde, Pe-aceleasi vremuri ma gandesc ... Si simt cum de atata ploaie Pilotii grei se prabusesc. |
| De-atatea noprti aud plouand, Tot tresarind, tot asteptand ... Sant singur, si ma duce-un gand Spre locuintele lacustre ... |
| So many nights I've heard the rain, Always starting, always waiting ... I am alone, my mind is drawn Towards lacustrine dwellings ... |