The foz and the grapes

The fox and the grapes

Acolo-n grădină, o vulpe mică                                                                                                                                                                                                            Se furişează, noaptea, când nu-i nimenea-n jur,                                                                                                                                                                          Şi sub umbra tomnatecei viţe de vie                                                                                                                                                                                 Mănâncă, în taină, ciorchinele înrourat.                                                                                                                                                                                           Dragostea nu e vulpe,                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Nici tu un ciorchine de struguri.                                                                                                                                                                                                     Dar, neştiută, inima mea s-a furişat                                                                                                                                                                                               Şi-n taină te-a cules, când nu era nimeni în jur.