Darling, I came again…

But today I barely go  –

Open the piano and play to me

A song for the dead.


And if I fall on carpets

In the sad, silent salon, –

You still play, darling,

Slowly, monotonously.


It’s a really sick century,

I’m not surprised I’m sick too;

Open the piano and sing to me

So that I fall into delusion.

George Bacovia, Trudit

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus