Grădina stelelor
Negură Bunget
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The Earth creates you, the Earth raises you, the Earth consumes you
At the core of the field
At the Earth’s will
Look to the sunrise
A fire of might to alight
For spring has shown its face
For grass has shown its blade
For snow has thawed its white
Releasing waters of might
And men are to plough in the field
In the stale Earth, I trace
Furrow of sorrow
In the stale Earth, I trace
Furrow of sorrow
Drowned in sudor
Smoked in flames
Where the bay went a-braying
Black furrow a-turning
So I looked to sunrise
To see spring a-showing
The grass a-growing
The snow a-thawing
The waters a-flowing
And men a-ploghing
Burn, ye, Earth, burn
For I have sown and wind has grown
Summer grain I went a-sowing
Fire came and stone a-growing
My own thoughts I went a-sowing
Heartache came with sorrow growing
Under the moon’s silver cradle
The ivy green is green forever!
Black ploughs with oxen come along
To which white sheep herds belong
And the waters mighty flow
Green a heart, and pure a soul
Many fields now I have ploughn
On the first day of the spring
Let the light come in a ring
Be this ring the mighty Sun
So the furrow I may turn
At the core of the field
At the Earth’s will
Look to the sunrise
A fire of might to alight
For spring has shown its face
For grass has shown its blade
For snow has thawed its white
Releasing waters of might
And men are to plough in the field
In the stale Earth, I trace
Furrow of sorrow
In the stale Earth, I trace
Furrow of sorrow
Drowned in sudor
Smoked in flames
Where the bay went a-braying
Black furrow a-turning
So I looked to sunrise
To see spring a-showing
The grass a-growing
The snow a-thawing
The waters a-flowing
And men a-ploghing
Burn, ye, Earth, burn
For I have sown and wind has grown
Summer grain I went a-sowing
Fire came and stone a-growing
My own thoughts I went a-sowing
Heartache came with sorrow growing
Under the moon’s silver cradle
The ivy green is green forever!
Black ploughs with oxen come along
To which white sheep herds belong
And the waters mighty flow
Green a heart, and pure a soul
Many fields now I have ploughn
On the first day of the spring
Let the light come in a ring
Be this ring the mighty Sun
So the furrow I may turn
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