Regret [Regret] - George Bacovia

I've known two poplars for so long
I still can see them on my way
It pleases me to watch them grow
But I get sad and go away.

Because I seem to hear a voice
That tells me I am gonna die
And maybe they won't be admired
By any other passer-by.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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