By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
They ask me to sing... I'm supposed to polish
My deep sadness in rhyme and in cadence —
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by M.Eminescu (1850-1889)
The years have passed like long clouds on the plain,
And in no way they shall come back again.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
(After the drama: The star of the sea.)
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
The wave fizzes, the wind blows
With its cold breath
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
My life was like the light-of-day. And my sky was bright.
Hope — the golden star — had shined at my chest
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
I
Yesterday I thought that your star is an angel-heart,
Which pulsates from heaven a golden thought,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
You are not pretty, Martha, but when your blond head leans
With charm on your chest, which sighs,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
With a sad ecstasy I hold you now in my arms.
We live gaze-to-gaze and chest to bosoms.
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