STEAUA DE VINERI
Ala-bala, prin aluni
Unde eşti copile-luni ?!
Şi tu, copilandre-marţi,
Cu mari ochii tăi miraţi ?!
Şi tu miercure, ah floare,
Adolescenţă visătoare ?!
Şi tu, joie mohorată,
Tinereţea mea pierdută ?!
Nu pleca, vinere, înca,
Stea matură şi adancă !
C-o să vină sambăta
Cu rece suflarea sa
Şi-o sa-mi lase geana stinsă
Şi-n duminici gura ninsă.
STAR OF FRIDAY
What's the news, among the hazel trees,
Baby-Monday where are you ?!
And you, child-Tuesday,
With your big astonished eyes ?!
And you, Wednesday, ah flower,
Dreaming adolescence ?!
And you, gloomy Thursday,
My lost youth ?!
Do not go Friday, yet,
Mature and deep star !
For Saturday will come
With its cold breath
And will leave my eyelash faded
And my mouth snowed on Sundays.
STAR OF FRIDAY
What's the news, among the hazel trees,
Baby-Monday where are you ?!
And you, child-Tuesday,
With your big astonished eyes ?!
And you, Wednesday, ah flower,
Dreaming adolescence ?!
And you, gloomy Thursday,
My lost youth ?!
Do not go Friday, yet,
Mature and deep star !
For Saturday will come
With its cold breath
And will leave my eyelash faded
And my mouth snowed on Sundays.
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