| George Bacovia |
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| The Ghosts |
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| With red lanterns, yellow, green The ghosts pass at night over fields of grain And the dogs bark on in the night at the fields - The ghosts have entered the loft of an inn, And the loft is seen to be queerly lit By red lanterns, yellow, green. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Strigoii |
| Cu rosii fanare, galbene, verzi Trec noaptea strigoii prin lanuri de grau Si cainii spre lanuri in noapte tot bat Stigoii la crasma in pod au intrat, Si podul se vede bizar luminat De rosii fanare, galbene, verzi. |
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| The ghosts have returned to the loft to retrieve Pledges left long ago in their lives ... So goes a story that now I've forgotten That at night, in the inn, there appear silhouettes With red lanterns, yellow, green. |
| Strigoii, din pod, isi iau inapoi, Lasate din viata, demult, amanete ... Asa spune basmul ce azi l-am uitat Ca noaptea, la crasma apar siluete Cu rosii fanare, galbene, verzi. |
| Dar cand despre ziua cocosu-a cantat, Cad buzna din pod gramezi de strigoi Si-n hau, peste lanuri, strigoii se pierd Rosii, galbeni si verzi. |
| But when the cock crows toward daybreak, a pack Of ghosts tumbles suddenly out of the loft, And across the fields, and in chaos is lost Red, yellow and green. |