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  Ioan Muntean noiembrie 6, 2013 16:41

  Nichifor Crainic - Cântec De Toamnă

  
  Voi, plopilor galbeni, aprinse făclii
  Ce ardeţi în zarea deşartei câmpii, 
  Înalte şi fumegătoare feştile
  De veghe la moartea frumoaselor zile !
  Dar moartea cu aripi de ceaţă v-atinge
  Când vântul vă bate şi ploaia vă stinge, 
  Iar frunza târzie, din rară mai rară, 
  Stropeşte pământul cu picuri de ceară ;
  Stropeşte pământul încet, până când
  Tulpinele goale-or rămâne-ncurând, 
  Pe zarea deşartă a moartelor zile
  Stând negre ca nişte scrumite feştile.
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  Ioan Muntean noiembrie 6, 2013 16:40

  Wear your eyes as dark as night
  Paint your face with what you like
  Wear your love like it is made of hate
  Born to destroy and born to create
  
  Now baby, what've you done to your hair?
  Is it just the same time of year
  When you think that you don't really care?
  Now baby, what have you done?
  Done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, hair!
  
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Clear your heads and get ready to run
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Remember the best times are yet to come
  
  Now baby, what've you done to your hair?
  Is it just the same time of year
  When you think that you don't really care?
  Now baby, what have you done to your hair?
  
  Wear your eyes as dark as night
  Paint your face with what you like
  Wear your love like it is made of hate
  Born to destroy: born to create, born to create, born to create, born to create
  
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Clear your heads and get ready to run
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Remember the best times are yet to come
  
  And wear your hair in bunches
  And your jacket loose
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Clear your heads and get ready to run
  
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Clear your heads and get ready to run
  So when you hear this autumn song
  Remember the best times are yet to come