However many stars... [Oricâte stele...]
However many stars burn in the sky
However many sparkle in the sea,
Just by their light and by the glow we see
No one can tell how they exist and why.
It's up to you to take the path or not.
If you are good and great or stained by crime,
It's the same dust and the same ruthless time,
To be forgotten is your wretched lot.
It seems that I am dead... and at the gate
Are gathered those who want to bury me...
I'm hearing songs, the candles burn till late.
O, sweet dark shadow, come and set me free
I want to feel the death, which people hate,
With his black wings, wet lids and vicious glee.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Added by Octavian Cocoş
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