Octavian - translations added

Pass years and pass months, bright or shady,
And weeks fly away in a row.
Good bye and keep safe, my dear lady,
I'm packing my suitcase and go!

Near the shore of the sad sea
On a rock I lean,
Waters tremble without glee,
Very deep and green.

It's in vain that you are tempted by the life's dream, which is fleeting!
Can't you see that in the meaning of the handshake, of the greeting,
Shivers sweetly the abundance of a well preserved great treasure
Made of wishes, which the eyesight cannot hide and cannot measure?

He was a man like any decent guy,
Like you, like me, and I am not a liar,
Who never cared and never wondered why
One day all people surely would expire.

On the same road, for thousand years, we know,
In vast abysses rocking his huge sphere,
Neptune loves Terra, it is crystal clear –
A wretched world, so full of sin and woe...

Pass by small groups of willows, the poles are running fast
The white moon in broad daylight a look on us has cast,
The train over the meadows is flying like a dove,
With it in competition.... Farewell for good, my love!

Over beeches rising high
The cold twilight gently falls.
The dumb evening passes by
And through forest quickly crawls.

I'd like a clear blue sky and peace and vivid light,
A fairy tale green garden, to charm and please my sight,
With many lilac blossoms and shaded paths to take,
And lovely weeping willows surrounding a small lake...

Old letters, which to me were dear,
Today, when sun is shining bright,
I bow my head trying to hear
Your silent words that bring delight.

Fair like a hero in the hall of fame,
He shows himself in postures well designed:
Half-face... trois-quarts...front view and from behind.
And sweetly smiles as if he were a dame.