Octavian - translations added

In the sad night that keeps us now apart
Maybe you hear around some sighs bizarre
And fluttering of wings, words from the heart...
It is my longing coming from afar

I'd like a clear blue sky and peace and vivid light,
A garden, as in tales, to please and charm my sight,
With many lilac blossoms and shaded paths to take,
And weeping willow trees surrounding a small lake...

She has enormous eyes,
Her mouth is small and fine,
Has sturdy breasts and thighs
And movements slow, feline.

The leaden coffins slept and looked so bleak,
So did the leaden flowers and the shroud –
The vault kept me alone... wind roared aloud...
And all the leaden wreaths began to creak.

Slowly, through the gloomy rain
A poor bent and coughing chest
Spitting blood and feeling pain
Turns the corner, seeking rest,

Woe! A day will surely come
When we fall in a deep sleep
Over us, in cemeteries,
Autumn bitter tears will weep.

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.

It’s autumn, it’s rustle, it’s sleep...
The trees softly sigh in the lanes;
It’s cough, it’s weeping, it’s steep...
And it’s cold and it rains.

Autumn and winter
Both are descending;
It's raining and snowing
It's snowing and raining.

Velvet-like pansies, black like Hell
On the white marble wilted away
And secretly started to rot and decay
Spreading a sad and mournful smell.