by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
The daughter of a king stands
At the window facing the sea
The sea floor, the sea floor,
Reflects her fair contour.
And the fisherman sails a boat
He always looks into the deep.
The sea floor, the sea floor,
Oh, for a long time it shows him a face.
"I never turned my eye.
Towards the castle, but I still cry.
The sea floor, the sea floor,
It draws me towards the deep."
(1876)
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