Autumn vexation [Nervi de toamnă] - George Bacovia

It’s autumn, it’s rustle, it’s sleep...
The trees softly sigh in the lanes;
It’s cough, it’s weeping, it’s steep...
And it’s cold and it rains.

Sad lovers on roads, in great number,
Make all kinds of gestures and fret,
While leaves in perpetual slumber
Fall heavy and wet.

I stay, and I go, and return,
All these lovers make me feel bad –
Would be pointless to laugh in my turn,
And it’s cold and I’m sad.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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