
It’s ok, I’m fine, don’t worry,
This is just my part of story.
Silently I’ll lie among the trees,
You don’t have to think about it, please.
It is fine that I will disappear,
Anyway you do not want me near.
There’s no point for you to think or worry,
I will simply die, the end of story.
Posts Tagged ‘poezie’
remember pushkin
Saturday, January 24th, 2009original
Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.
translated
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and
essly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
molia de dimineata
Sunday, May 25th, 2008
m-am trezit de dimineatza,
nici nu m-am spalat pe fatza.
pe perete m-am uitat,
molia am observat.
frumushel eu m-am grupat,
poezia-am recitat.
dupa asta m-am gandit,
stai oleac, eu-s djighit.
versurile, scrise au fost,
tocmai bun, de pus in post.
nici nu m-am spalat pe fatza.
pe perete m-am uitat,
molia am observat.
frumushel eu m-am grupat,
poezia-am recitat.
dupa asta m-am gandit,
stai oleac, eu-s djighit.
versurile, scrise au fost,
tocmai bun, de pus in post.
molia, ii ca o jita,
di perete sta lichita.
bate vantu, ea nu nishca,
noaptea, parca, nu ma chishca.
sta acolo, s-odihneshte,
shi nici nu ma trivojeshte.
di perete sta lichita.
bate vantu, ea nu nishca,
noaptea, parca, nu ma chishca.
sta acolo, s-odihneshte,
shi nici nu ma trivojeshte.