by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
By the side of the poplars with no pair,
Lots of times I walked in despair.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Like the poorly told story
That no one could get it,
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By M.Eminescu (1850-1889)
When the icy north wind comes with blizzards behind it,
And it sweeps wide stretching plains with its wing,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
My brother and I were children.
We built a farm cart with bullocks
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By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
The deep space is a large coffin.
The stars are nails driven in it.
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By M. Eminescu (1850-1899)
Oh, cold mist of time, you. Clear up.
Open out your dark shell, which is like melt-ebony.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Thinking of you, now my head aches.
I don't know if my life still makes sense.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Shakespeare you, my spirit's kind acquaintance,
At times I think of you with sadness.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Why even now I make my way to you?
Since without you, I have nothing to say…
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
I'm in thoughts at daytime. I can't sleep at night.
And so my life slips away tormented.
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