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Prizonierul Francois Villon

PRIZONIERUL FRANCOIS VILLON
 
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În patru sute cincizeci și șase,
Eu, Francois Villon, atotșcoler,
Crezând că anii-s de mătase,
Pe funie, i-am înșirat spre cer-
Să cuget doar la ce voi face,
Precum Vegece, o, geto-dacul?
Lasa-ți-mă, rogu-vă,-n pace-
Mai bine vă trimit la dracu !
 
Traducere imaginară de Costel Zăgan
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Half

In my big dark wood prison
Dreams of far away Fallen Girlfriends
Far from the field of memories, forgotten
But when at night come to visit me
They tell me: 'Francesco, I wanted to help you
I gave you everything, you only took half
Do not you believe in anything
Not in you
Do you let the day go next (door)
Do you live by night to see us half?
Dressed by night to see us half
The half that you like to take and leave '
But the most difficult happen for real,
not for whom of us who miss out his life, mamy