George Bacovia
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Final Poem
I must drink, to forget what nobody knows
Hidden in the deep cellar, without saying a word
Alone to smoke there unknown by anyone
Otherwise, it's hard on earth ...
1881-1957
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Poema Finala
Eu trebuie sa beau, sa uit ceea ce nu stie nimeni,
Ascuns in pivnita adanca, fara a spune un cuvant.
Singur sa fumez acolo, nestiut de nimeni,
Altfel, e greu pe pamant ...
Pe strada urle viata, si moartea,
Si planga poetii poema lor vana ...
Stiu.
Dar foamea grozava nu-i gluma, nu-i vis -
Plumb, si furtuna, pustiu,
Finis ...
Istorie contemporana ...
E timpul ... toti nervii ma dor ...
O, vino odata, maret viitor.
On the street life shouts, and death,
And may the poets weep over their vain poem ...
I know ...
But the terrible hunger is no joke, no dream -
Lead, and storm, waste,
Finis ...
Contemporary history ...
It's time ... all my nerves want you ...
O, come at once, magnificent future.
I must leave, to forget what noboby knows
Upset by bourgeois crimes, whithout saying a word
Alone to lose myself in the world unknown by anyone
Otherwise, it's hard on earth ...
Eu trebuie sa plec, sa uit ceea ce nu stie nimeni,
Mihnit de crimele burgheze fara a spune un cuvant,
Singur sa ma pierd in lume, nestiut de nimeni,
Altfel, e greu pe pamant ...