This shadow which
You plant in my soul
With pity and sad wonder
I will always take it with me
I will always take it with me.

And then on a certain day
On which it will be hardest for me
I will place it on old calendars
The Sunday of my body
The Sunday of my body.

Shivers go through me
And I have no need
I beg you, shadow
To become a being again.

Shivers go through me
And I have no need
I beg you, shadow
To become a being again.

Starving for complete love
In times of gloomy twilight
At night when the signs of the zodiac unravel
I have enough of a shadow and so much
I have enough of a shadow and so much…

And my soul begs you again
Fallen magnetic mast
You, silent and dear shadow,
Set the scarf at your neck.
Set the scarf at your neck.

Shivers go through me
And I have no need
I beg you, shadow
To become a being again.

Shivers go through me
And I have no need
I beg you, shadow
To become a being again.

A shadow locks itself inside me
A shadow passed through me
It is so bad that it is good
It is so much that it is not
It is so much that it is not.

Bacovia goes out of himself
And laughs in “a” and in “u”
A shadow in life holds me
And that shadow is you
And that shadow is you.

Shivers go through me
And I have no need
I beg you, shadow
To become a being again.

Shivers go through me
And I have no need
I beg you, shadow
To become a being again.