• 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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My Thoughts

Why did they come to me my thoughts together? / Like thieves at night in gloomy dusk of suburbs, / Like kites they grim and sinister, they whether / are here for the vengeance fierce and savage? / / The hope has left, the dreams have fleed forever, / My eyes have opened in a great excit...

In the skies

Days have flashed in the golden inflame, / And she-bear was fleeing at night, / Overtake her, prince, overtake, / Lasso her, to the saddle her try. / / Lasso her, to the saddle her try / To strap, in the blue tower at home / Point out at she-bear-night / To your giant Herculean dog....


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The Rat

The icon candle flickers, small, / the half-dark nursery is horribly quiet. / The frightened child / hides in the pink lace bed. / / What's that? The house spirit coughing? / He lives there, he's little, he's bald... / Agh! A vicious rat creeps slowly / from behind the wardrobe. / ...

The Choice

He who builds the tower will fall. / He will fall straight down, terribly, / and at the deep bottom of the world's well / he will curse himself for his madness. / / He who pulls the tower down will be crushed, / flattened by stone shards; / and left to lie there, by All-Seeing God, / ...