Luna In Camp - Nicu Alifantis, Zan

Cu mana stanga ti-am intors spre mine chipul,

Sub cortul adormitilor gutui

Si de-as putea sa-mi rup din ochii tai privirea,

Vazduhul serii mi-ar parea caprui.

Mi s-ar parea ca deslusesc prin crenge,

Zvelti vinatori in arcuitii lei

Din goana calului, cum isi subtie arcul,

O, 'tindeti mana stanga catre ei

Si stinge tu conturul lor de lemn subtire,

Pe care ramurile l-au aprins,

Suind sub luna-n seve caii repezi

Ce-au ratacit cu timpul pe intins.

Eu te privesc in ochi si-n jur se sterg copacii

In ochii tai cu luna ma rasfrang

Si ai putea, uitand, sa ne strivesti in gene

Dar chipul ti-l intorc, pe bratul stang.

Si ai putea, uitind, sa ne strivesti in gene

Dar chipul, chipul ti-l intorc, pe bratul stang.

Si ai putea, uitind, sa ne strivesti in gene

Dar chipul, ti-l intorc, pe bratul stang.

With my left hand I turned your face towards me,

Under the tent of sleeping quinces

And if I could take my eyes off you,

The air of the evening would seem brown to me.

It seems to me that I can see through the branches,

Slender hunters in lion arches

From the horse's chase, as he bows his bow,

Oh, hold out your left hand to them

And you extinguish their thin wooden outline,

Which the branches kindled,

Horses riding fast under the moon

What they lost in time.

I look you in the eye and the trees are wiping around

In your eyes with the moon I reflect

And you could, forgetting, crush our eyelashes

But I turn your face on your left arm.

And you could, forgetting, crush our eyelashes

But I turn your face, your face, on your left arm.

And you could, forgetting, crush our eyelashes

But the face, I return it to you, on the left arm.