Gaudeamus - George Bacovia

Flutes play all the time, but in vain
In these long and cold pagan days –
In smoke end abruptly the dreams,
Later on, nothing stays...

In wind and in limbo are all
Engulfed by the hard pushy days –
Of them and of what they have lived,
Later on, nothing stays...

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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