STEA
Mi-e sete de-un prieten în ceasu-acesta lung,
Să-l simt tăcînd alături ca o vioară plină,
Să-i spun cum urc spre steaua pe care n-o ajung,
Cu tălpile-nţepate de lumină.
Pe cîte zări stăpînă este privirea mea !
Şi totuşi cîte ceruri străine mi-au rămas.
Cînd aş putea prin vise să zbor pe-un colţ de stea,
De ce mă rod nelinişti la fiecare pas ?
În fiecare seară lăuta-mi veche sparg
Şi muzici mult visate se sting cu vaier lung.
Ce vînturi reci pîndi-m-or cînd plec din nou în larg
Spre steaua mea înaltă pe care n-o ajung ?
STAR
I am thirsting for a friend in this long hour,
To feel him silent by my side like a full violin,
To tell him how I climb to the unreachable star
With my soles pricked by the light.
How many horizons is my look master on ?
And yet many foreign heavens have left to me.
When I could through the dreams to fly on a star corner
Why do the anxieties grind me at every step ?
Every night my old lute I break
And long dreamed musics extinguish with a groan.
What frozen winds will watch me when I go back to sea
Toward my high star that I never reach ?
STAR
I am thirsting for a friend in this long hour,
To feel him silent by my side like a full violin,
To tell him how I climb to the unreachable star
With my soles pricked by the light.
How many horizons is my look master on ?
And yet many foreign heavens have left to me.
When I could through the dreams to fly on a star corner
Why do the anxieties grind me at every step ?
Every night my old lute I break
And long dreamed musics extinguish with a groan.
What frozen winds will watch me when I go back to sea
Toward my high star that I never reach ?
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