Flowers
Here are warm-up days
After the storms!
Sunflowers are coming
And the sun with Flowers.
Spring-shooter
Take the grass in the fields
Sunflowers are coming
And the sun with Flowers.
The world is celebrating,
He's full of cranberries.
Sunflowers are coming
And the sun with Flowers.
Too bad for whoever dies
And happy for the living
Sunflowers are coming
And the sun with Flowers.
Child, do not you want,
You do not want to come with me,
When the Flowers are sunny
And the sun with the Flowers?
Let's get to the cool
Violeta albăstrii?
Come on! The flowers are sunny
And the sun with Flowers.
I give you every flower
Thousands of kisses and thousands.
Come on! The flowers are sunny
And the sun with Flowers.
And you sweet, smiling,
It makes you angry ...
Come on! The flowers are sunny
And the sun with Flowers.
by Vasile Alecsandri
Flowers
It was a sweet day with steam on the river
And the bells of the bell in the iron spiers,
They were singing the rain forever
With the necks running toward the waters of the sky.
On the black foxes with the feathers
He was rolling out a wired village from the road,
The buds of winter came out of the buds
And they pulled out their smokes in the sun.
Far off the forays, forgotten forgotten,
A clump of white goats kneeling humiliously;
Harnessing the girders, the cattle-knees
They were listening to a dog and a child.
A sad sadness made it unmistakable
In every basket of flesh, a lost soul;
The light stays on the streets, laughing through the cemeteries,
But he was about to enter the clay houses!
The Lord of Spring was waiting for the earth,
Jesus came with the grass. And the sails do not see
From the buds of fresh buds they unblocked their clothes
They were plodded in the way.
by Vasile Voiculescu
