Why don’t you come to me?
by Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889)
You see how swallows, leave…
Walnut-tree leaves fall off.
Frost builds up in vineyards
Why don’t you come? Come…
Oh, come into my arm once more,
So, I can look at you with desire.
So, I can sweetly lean my head
On your bosoms… your bosoms…
Like we did then… Do you remember it?
When we walked through the countryside?
I lifted you up from your underarms,
On how many times… many times…
There are women in this world:
They have eyes that trigger sparks.
But no matter how precious they are…
They’re not like you… like you…
You put in plain words to me,
The excitement of my life;
You’re much prettier than any star
My dearest, you’re… you are…
Now it is late autumn. Because of heavy load
The leaves of the trees fall on the road.
And the crops-growing fields are empty…
Why don’t you come to me? Come to me…
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