
by George Bacovia (1881-1957)
The coffins of lead were lying sound asleep,
And the lead flowers and the funeral clothes -
I stood alone in the vault ... and there was wind ...
And the wreaths of lead creaked.
Upturned my lead beloved lay asleep
On the lead flower ... and I began to call -
I stood alone by the corpse ... and it was cold ...
And the wings of lead drooped.
Dormeau adanc sicriele de plumb,
Si flori de plumb si funerar vestmint
-- Stam singur in cavou... si era vint...
Si scirtiiau coroanele de plumb.
Dormea intors amorul meu de plumb
Pe flori de plumb, si-am inceput sa-l strig
-- Stam singur langa mort... si era frig...
Si-i atirnau aripile de plumb.
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