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

Чел де-ал шаселя сими

Шестое чувство

Вину-й фрумос де ной ындрэгостит
Ши пыня пентру ной датэ'н куптоаре
Ши-ачя фемее каре ни-й сортит
Кин сэ не дя, доар дупэ кин савоаре.

Дар че сэ фачь ку розул рэсэрит
Дин черул че рэчеште сус, департе?
Ку пачя, калмул чел десэвыршит,
Ку версуриле че ну штиу де моарте?

Ну-с де бэут, мынкат сау сэрутат.
Аляргэ клипа немилоасэ, рече.
Не фрынжем мыниле, дар че пэкат
Не есте скрис пе-алэтуря сэ тречем.

Ка ун копил каре, уйтынд де жок,
Пындеште кум се скалдэ ниште фете
Деши ну штие драгостя делок
Ыл пыржолеск доринцеле секрете;

Ла фел кум ын десишурь фремэтынд
Урла, де непутинца-й умилитэ
Рептила че симця'н умерь крескынд
Арипиле ынкэ нерэсэрите;

Аша, вяк дупэ вяк – пынэ кынд, Доамне? —
(Моаше-с натура ши-артеле фрумоасе)
Спиритул стригэ, капня греу не доаре
Нэскынд органул петру симцул шасе.

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