A LUAT CU SINE VANTUL...
A luat cu sine vantul toti nourii tristetii.
E verdele gradinii nou nestemat tezaur ;
Se-ntorc in stoluri pasari pe urma frumusetii
Si asfintitul naste livezi-livezi, de aur.
Aprinde-ma, crepuscul ! Parfum ma fa. Scrumeste
Tu sufletu-mi, si fa-mi-l ca tine : apus de soare.
Desteapta-mi ce am vesnic, ce arde, ce iubeste...
Si vantul de uitare sa-si ia ceea ce doare.
THE WIND HAS TAKEN WITH HIM...
The wind has taken with him all the clouds of the sadness.
The green of the garden is now precious tresure ;
Birds are coming back in flocks on the footsteps of the beauty
And the dusk gives birth to orchards-orchards of gold.
Light me up, twilight ! Make me a fragrance. Ash
My soul and make it like you : a sunset.
Awake inside me what I have eternal, what is burning, what is loving...
May the wind of oblivion take with him what hurts...
THE WIND HAS TAKEN WITH HIM...
The wind has taken with him all the clouds of the sadness.
The green of the garden is now precious tresure ;
Birds are coming back in flocks on the footsteps of the beauty
And the dusk gives birth to orchards-orchards of gold.
Light me up, twilight ! Make me a fragrance. Ash
My soul and make it like you : a sunset.
Awake inside me what I have eternal, what is burning, what is loving...
May the wind of oblivion take with him what hurts...
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