Years have trailed past like clouds over a country, 
And they'll never return, for they're gone forever, 
And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour 
As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery 

Which as a child filled me with wonder, 
Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me, 
And now these shadows try to recapture me 
In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour. 

These trembling fingers touch the strings in vain 
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 harmony. 
Behind me time gathers . . . and I darken! 

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu