Song [Cântec] - George Topîrceanu

My woods, how beautiful you are
When feeble are the shades
And through the branches, from afar,
A wind of spring pervades.

Through the dead leaves few violets sprout
Like small and coloured dots
I cross the thicket to get out
Together with my thoughts...

When heavy dew shines like a star
On trails where sun rays stroll
My woods, how beautiful you are
And lonely, like my soul...

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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