Afore time [Demult] - George Bacovia

When I was walking down your lane,
Which dissapeared from memory,
The night breeze whispered in my brain:
– Philosophy!

A guard was humming in his seat
The lyrics were a mystery...
Night’s emptiness began to tweet:
– Philosophy!

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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