Thus spoke the woods in soft entreaty;

Arching boughs above me bent,

But I whistled high, and laughing

Out into the open went.


Now though e'en I roamed that country

How could I its charm recall...

Where has boyhood gone, I wonder,

With its pool and woods and all?

Mihail Eminescu, translated by Corneliu M. Popescu


Many thanks to Goran Bregovic for the wonderful music.