I have nothing to do with you death,
I don’t even hate you at all,
The others will curse you I know
Same way they will slander the light.

But what would you do and how would you live,
If you’d have a mother, and she’d die?
What would you do and how would it be,
If you’d had children and they’d die?!

I have nothing to do with you death,
I don’t even hate you at all,
You are mighty and I’m feeble,
But my life is mine alone.

I am not afraid of you death,
I can only feel pity for you,
You never had mother yourself,
You never had children of yours.

Grigore Vieru
(1935-2009)
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P.S.: e o incercare de-a mea de a traduce in engleza fragmentul “Nu am moarte cu tine nimic” pe care l-a scris Grigore Vieru la moartea mamei sale.

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