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My sweetheart with sad leg (Iubita mea cu piciorul trist)

With the name lost

With the name tired

With the winter on your steps

We are melting the snow with your eyes

The name where there was no place for both of us

We were happy because of the death left

The evening lying on my body

And thorned autumn around my home

The scale ( Cântar)

It's autumn till my ankle

Till my knees

Till my waist

And it stopped.

And it didn't know the right time

Till the next chrysanthemum

The season with jasmine smelling was crushing the word in my doorway

A lonely beggar

Twisting the winter inside

And Sundays in small parts

And they broke the sky

From my father's eye.

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