| George Bacovia |
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| Autumn Waltz |
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| At windows, autumn plays a funeral march In monotone, a waltz of mourning ... - Come, Let's waltz, my darling, through the drawing-room To the tune of autumn's mortuary dirge. |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Vals de Toamna |
| La geamuri, toamna canta funerar Un vals indoliat, si monoton ... - Hai, sa valsam, iubito, prin salon, Dupa al toamnei bocet mortuar. |
| Auzi, cum muzica rasuna clar In parcul falnic, antic, si solemn, - Din instrumente jalnice, de lemn, La geamuri, toamna canta funerar. |
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| Listen, as the music clearly sounds Across the stately, antique, solemn park, - From sorrow-laden wooden instruments At windows, autumn plays a funeral march. |
| Now as the waltz sighs, softly whispering, O let me clasp you to me now ... - And come, Let's waltz, my darling, shrieking as we turn To the tune of autumn's mortuary dirge. |
| Acum, suspina valsul, si mai rar, O, lasa-ma acum sa te cuprind ... - Hai, sa valsam, iubito, hohotind, Dupa al toamnei bocet mortuar. |