• Язык:
    Молдавский (Молдовеняскэ)
Источник:
  • Горизонт – Кишинёв, 1987. - N 12

Соареле спиритулуй

Солнце духа

Кум де ам трэит ын ымпэкаре,
Недоринд невой нич букурий,
Н'ам висат апринса'нкэераре,
Нич триумфул гоарней аржинтий.

Кум де ам путут… дар ну-ё тырзиу,
Не трезеште-ал спиритул соаре
Ревэрсат пе черул синилиу
Ка семн рэу ши бинекувынтаре.

Спиритул ка роза е'нфлорит,
Ка ун фок ел ноаптя о сфышие.
Трупул ну'нцележе че-а пэцит
Ши и се предэ'н оарбэ склавие.

Ын сплендоаря степелор ынтинсе
Ши ын але пэдурий фармек лин
Ну гэсешть поверь пентру воинцэ
Ши нич петру суфлет аспру кин.

Симт, деграбэ о сэ винэ тоамна,
Мунка соарелуй с'а термина
Ши дин помул спиритулуй, оамень,
Род де аур ной вом адуна.


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