Plumb - de George Bacovia

Lead

The coffins of lead were lying sound asleep,
And the lead flowers and the funeral clothes -
I stood alone in the vault ... and there was wind ...
And the wreaths of lead creaked.
Upturned my lead beloved lay asleep
On the lead flower ... and I began to call -
I stood alone by the corpse ... and it was cold ...
And the wings of lead drooped.

Plumb

Dormeau adanc sicriele de plumb,

Si flori de plumb si funerar vesmant -

Stam singur in cavou ... si era vant ...

Si scartaiau coroanele de plumb.

Dormea intors amorul meu de plumb

Pe flori de plumb, si-am inceput sa-l strig -

Stam singur langa mort ... si era frig ...

Si-i atarnau aripile de plumb .