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)
(Latin: Remember that you shall die)
(An examination of the pointless vanity)
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
A long time ago, when each of the sky's star,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Once upon a time, like in any fairy story,
There was a beautiful princess
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
It's slowly getting dark.
The stars rise on the sky's grandiose arches.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Let the bell cry fast with its copper sound.
Let the tower move its central-part.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
The towers toll in mourning their bells of bronze,
And an angel with black wings and a tiara of thorns,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Blanca! You should know, my girl,
That Jesus is your groom, from cradle.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
'You've rapt yourself once more in stars
— And in the clouds and in the skies?
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