| George Bacovia |
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| Winter picture |
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| Grim snowfall on the plain by the abattoir And warm blood streams along the runnels; The snow is thick with blood of animals - And if keeps snowing on a sad skater ... |
| 1881-1957 |
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| Tablou de iarna |
| Ninge grozav pe camp la abator Si sange cald se scurge pe canal; Plina-i zapada de sange animal - Si ninge mereu pe-un trist patinator ... |
| E albul aprins de sange-nchegat Si corbii se plimba prin sange ... si sug; Dar ceasu-i tarziu ... in zari corbii fug, - Pe camp la abator s-a innoptat. |
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| Congealed blood is blazing on the white, And through the blood, sipping it, strut ravens; But it's late now ... they fly into the heavens - On the plain by abattoir it's turned to night. |
| It keeps on snowing in the benighted sky ... And now when gloomy windows are alight The glittering wolves approch the abattoir. - Darling, it's me at the icy door ... |
| Ninge mereu in zarea-nnoptata ... Si-acum cand geamuri triste se aprind Spre abator vin lupii licarind. - Iubito, sant eu la usa inghetata. |