Displaced Person' S Song / Cantecul Persoanei Inlocuite Poem by Magdalena Biela

If you see a train this evening,
Far away, against the sky,
Lie down in your woolen blanket,
Sleep and let the train go by.


Trains have called us, every midnight,
From a thousand miles away,
Trains that pass through empty cities,
Trains that have no place to stay.


No one drives the locomotive,
No one tends the staring light,
Trains have never needed riders,
Trains belong to bitter night.


Railway stations stand deserted,
Rights-of-way lie clear and cold,
What we left them, trains inherit,
Trains go on, and we grow old.


Let them cry like cheated lovers,
Let their cries find only wind,
Trains are meant for night and ruin,
And we're meant for song and sin.


THOMAS PYNCHON

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CANTECUL PERSOANEI INLOCUITE



De-i vedea un tren diseara
Profilat pe cer, in zare,
Stai in patura-ti de lana,
Dormi, caci trenu-oricum dispare.

Trenuri cheama-n miez de noapte,
De departe-or suiera,
Trenuri ce strabat pustiuri,
Trenuri ce n-au unde sta.


Nimeni nu conduce trenul
Nime'-n grija farul n-are,
Trenuri n-au nevoie de-oameni,
Aparțin nopții amare.

Gările stau pustiite,
Reci peroanele se-ntind
Ce-am lăsat e pentru trenuri,
Tot trec, noi imbatranind.


Plângă precum neiubitii,
Strigătul lor zboare-n vânt,
Trenuri-s noapte si ruina
Noi, pentru păcat si cant.



In romaneste,