by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Below marble arches,
Why do you look at him with ghastly anxiety in your eyes?
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
If you all talk, I pretend that I can't hear,
I don't say no, and I don't praise you.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
The world is split, into the ones who seek
— And the ones who know.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
A gadfly must've bitten your hand
Since you move your pen on paper non-stop.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Our young men study in Paris
— How to tie a knot to a necktie.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
A song moans and sighs in my lyre,
Since I scatter my ill feelings into the wind.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Oh, I've asked from zodiacal constellations
— The maker of my fate —
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Today is the first day of May.
Today is May Pole day.
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by M. Eminescu (1950-1889)
Why do you whisper so quietly
With sweet songs, spring you?
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
The woman? Other than an eternal toy of her own-dreams,
What else is this bone of contention?
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