Bat lung peste taraReci ramuri de vantSi codrul de cearaMiroase a sfant.
Vin zile carunte…Spre vaile moiSe lasa marunteDulci neguri de oi.
Cocoare gonacePe-un cer pamantiuSpre calde conaceAceleasi cai scriu
Si-n poala zabunaA norilor orbiVazduhull adunaSinoade de corbi.
Dezmierzi o lumina?Se stinge… De-acumTi-e mana de tina,Obrazul de fum.
They travel across the countryCold branches of windAnd the wax forestSmacks of holiness
Grey days are comingTowards shiftless valleysThey set down as nigglingSweet mists of sheep
Pandering craysOn a sallow skyTowards warm manorsThe same routes write
And in the lap of the quilted homespun*Of the blind cloudsThe air assemblesSynods of ravens
You fondle a light?It turns off...From nowYour hand is of slimeYour cheek of smoke