YEARS HAVE TRAILED PAST...
Years have trailed past like clouds over a
And they'll never return, for they're gone
And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour
As the magic of folk songs or the land of
Which as a child filled me with wonder,
Not quite understood yet meaning so much to
And now these shadows try to recapture me
In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour.
These trembling fingers touch the strings in
To find the right notes from the fading memory
Of youth, so that my soul can vibrate again.
Everything's disappeared from the horizon of
that distant plain
And you can no longer hear the voice of past
Behind me time gathers . . . and I darken!
English version by Corneliu M. Popescu