George Bacovia
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Wandering in the city's night I race,
Midnight tolls less frequently in the tower ;
It is the time when bitter thoughts occur,
Silence ... it is the hour of cowardice ...
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Fug ratacind in noaptea cetatii,
In turn miezul noptii se bate rar ;
E ora cand cade gandul amr,
Tacere ... e ora lasitatii ...
Te pierzi in golul singuratatii
O, suflet, mereu de lume fugar ;
E ora cand Petru plange amar -
Asculta ... e ora lasitatii ...
You lose yourself in the void of loneliness
Fugitive from the world ; O, soul, always ;
It is the time of Peter's bitter tears -
Listen ... it is the hour of cowardice ...