Octavian - translations added

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

There are dead bodies, sweetheart, in the city
And trust me that I know what I am saying
On bier, the sun is heating the brown coffins
And slowly all the corpses are decaying.

Woman – a mask colored, so nice,
A wanton exhibiting her charms –
You moan at night with greedy arms,
But cannot lead the dreamers into vice...

No more views of the blue sky
And the spring went with a hum
And heart-breaking was my sigh,
You didn’t come!

The life of many people is amazing
They catch the fleeting pleasure in its flight,
At any time they have their moment bright
And every day the aurora on them is gazing.

What dreary soul have given me
My folks, I can't explain,
How come it's filled up to the brim
With restlessness and pain?

Through the branch net, all along,
One can hear a charming song
Fondling all the ears that lie
By the linden old and high...

All the towers move in mourning their hearts into copper turned
And a black-winged eerie angel wearing thorns upon its brow,
With its plaintive tune is stirring and is calling the whole world,
While the wind is moving softly with a song the sea waves now.

All the world is ephemeral,
People wither and then die
Like the billows on the beach,
With a soul entrusted each

O, dearest Bukovina, my passion you ignite,
I won't forget your genius, your mountains full of light,
The flowers on the lawn,
The rivers flowing quickly among the stately rocks