| George Bacovia |
| Nocturne |
| Autumn plays its music With the voice of a piccolo, The sweet notes of a flute, The tone of a violin ... And the piano's chords Muted and lost; An endless funeral march Through the sighing night. |
| 1881-1957 |
| Nocturna |
| E-o muzica de toamna Cu glas de piculina, Cu note dulci de flaut, Cu ton de violina ... Si-acorduri de clavire Pierdute, in surdina; Si-n tot e-un mars funebru Prin noapte, ce suspina ... |