Romanţă [English translation]

How many times, at dawn

In the little town I've been waiting

Trembling you wouldn't come

I was walking on empty streets

It was getting dark, and at some gates

Gently fell a dead flower

That gave a fade perfume

Of lily or acacia*

Through white homes, with flowers**

A lamp blinked under curtains

And an old piano sang

Through the evening's veil under the chestnut

A fog descended lightly

I felt a shiver in my soul

And the lamp man, at the end of the alley

Caught a star, at a spear's end

And he was gone, walking low

Through the evening's fog*** on the sidewalk

When I was singing like the other day

On the same road, to show yourself

When you arrived, so late

Through the town that slept silently

Seemed like the trees are full

Of singing and light flowers