Welcome, seasons!

Comenius project „The voices from
the Land” (2012-2014)
Romania, Turkey, Italy, Spain, Poland,
Latvia

Primăvara Spring
de Vasile Alecsandri by Vasile Alecsandri
A trecut iarna geroasă, It’s frosty winter which has passed,
Câmpul iată-l înverzit, And look, the field is green amain,
Rândunica cea voioasă The joyful swallow makes so fast
La noi iarăşi a venit. Its nice return to us again.
Dintr-o creangă-n alta zboară From one branch to another flies
Sturzul galben aurit, The jolly golden yellow thrush,
Salutare, primăvară, Salute, sweet spring, my voice cries,
Timp frumos, bine-ai venit! For you, nice time, welcome words gush!
Turturelele se-ngână, To murmur the turtle doves start,
Mii de fluturi vezi zburând Thousands of butterflies then fly
Şi pe harnica albină And the hardworking bee can dart
Din flori miere adunând. From flowers honey thus supply.
Cântă cucu-n dumbrăvioară And in the grove the cuckoo's whiz
Pe copacul înflorit, You hear on the flourished bush,
Salutare, primăvară, Salute, sweet spring, my voice cries,
Timp frumos, bine-ai venit! For you, nice time, welcome words gush!
Selected by: Translated by:
Liliana Crivac - the 6th
class A Andrei Dobra - the 8th
class C
Mariana Rădulescu - her Maths teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Alexandru Stoiculescu - 6 A Drawn by: Lavinia Cherbel - 8 C

Pentru tine, primăvară For you, spring
de Otilia Cazimir by Otilia Cazimir
Şiruri negre de cocoare, With lots of blackened flocks of cranes,
Ploi călduŝe şi uşoare, And also with mild and warm rains,
Fir de ghiocel plăpând, A snowdrop with its small frail strain,
Cântec îngânat în gând, A melody murmured in brain,
Sărbătoare… It's celebration…
Zumzet viu prin zarzări. Oare Apricot-trees with alive hum -
Cântă florile la soare? Singing flowers in the sun come
Că pe crengi de floare pline That on the branches full of bloom
Nu ştii: flori sunt, ori albine? Are flowers or bees and for whom?
Pentru cine?… You don’t know …
Pentru tine, primăvară, For you, dear season called spring,
Care-aduci belşug în ŝară, As in the country wealth you bring,
Care vii peste câmpii, And come over the plains, you know,
Cu bănuŝi de păpădii Pennies of dandelions show
Şi cu cântec de copii! And children song!
Bianca Costache - the 6th
class C Mihai Tiţa - the 7th
class A
Iulian Rizoaica - her Geography teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Melania Bica - 8 C Drawn by: Lavinia Găină - 7 A

Vine, vine primăvara! Spring Is Coming,
Spring Is Coming!
Vine, vine primăvara Spring is coming, spring is coming!
Se aşterne-n toată ŝara All over the country homing!
Floricele pe cîmpii Nice little flowers in the fields,
Hai să le-adunăm copii! Let us gather them, dear kids!
Tralalalalalalalala! Tralalalalalalalala!
Floricele pe cimpii Nice little flowers in the fields,
Hai să le-adunăm copii! Let us gather them, dear kids!
Creşte, creşte iarba verde It grows and grows, green grass in parks
Ciocîrlia-n nori se pierde Lost in the clouds are the larks,
Haideŝi s-ascultăm copii Let’s go, kids, and let’s listen to
A-l ei cîntec din cîmpii! The song in the fields spring can do!
Haideŝi s'ascultăm copii Let’s go, kids, and let’s listen to
A-l ei cîntec din cîmpii! The song in the fields spring can do!
Cucul cucul strigă tare That who cries out is cuckoo
Pitpalacu-n luncă sare The quail’s salt in meadow, you
Mieii zburdă pe cîmpii, Can see the lambs romping gladly
Haideŝi să-i vedem copii! Let’s see kids how they romp madly!
Mieii zburdă pe cîmpii, Can see the lambs romping gladly
Haideŝi să-i vedem copii! Let’s see kids how they romp madly!
Ana-Maria Preda - the 6th
class A Andrei Dobra - the 8th
class C
Mariana Rădulescu - her Maths teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Sebastian Dragomirescu - 1 C Drawn by: Cornel Arsene - 5 C

Înfloresc grădinile The Gardens Are Blooming
Înfloresc grădinile The gardens are blooming and thus
Ceru-i ca oglinda, The sky looks like a looking-glass,
Prin livezi albinele The bees through orchards handering
Şi-au pornit colinda; Are starting a fun wandering;
Prin livezi albinele The bees through orchards handering
Şi-au pornit colinda. Are starting a fun wandering.
Cânta ciocarliile A lovely song begins the lark
Imn de veselie, To their hymn of joy you hark,
Fluturii cu miile The butterflies by thousands build
Joacă pe campie; A gorgeous play in the huge field;
Fluturii cu miile The butterflies by thousands build
Joacă pe campie A gorgeous play in the huge field.
Joaca fete şi baieti, Girls and boys in reel are cancing,
Hora-n bătătură; In the house woof are dancing;
Ah , de ce n-am zece vieŝi Someone ten lives for me to do
Să te cânt, natură? Will I be able to sing you?
Ah , de ce n-am zece vieŝï Someone ten lives for me to do
Să te cânt, natură? Will I be able to sing you?
Narcisa Neagu - the 4th
class C Şerban Vochin - the 7th
class A
Constantin Fîlfănescu - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Alin Olteanu - 4 A Drawn by: Mădălina Nenciu - 8 D

Cu alai de flori albastre With Procession of Blue Flowers
Primăvara a venit, Spring came quickly in few hours
Cu alai de flori albastre With procession of blue flowers
Şi cu cerul însorit And with a blue and sunny sky
Pe meleagurile noastre. On our lands and it won't fly.
Şi cu cerul însorit And with a blue and sunny sky
Pe meleagurile noastre. On our lands and it won't fly.
Ghiocei şi păpădii With dandelions some snowdrops
Fluturi galbeni pe câmpii Yellow butterflies on the crops
Primăvara-s bucurii Spring is the season of great joy
Hai să ne jucăm copii. Let play kids, it's brought by each toy.
Primăvara-s bucurii Spring is the season of great joy
Hai să ne jucăm copii. Let play kids, it's brought by each toy.
Iată muguri înverzesc Look the buds how green they are
Păsărele ciripesc And the birds chirping is not far
Şi copacii înfloresc And how the trees bloom more and more
Primăvară te iubesc. Here is what I love spring for.
Şi copacii înfloresc And how the trees bloom more and more
Primăvară te iubesc. Here is what I love spring for.
Roxana Crasan - the 1st class C Octavian Florescu-Niţă - the 6th
class C
Jeana Tiţa - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Miruna Tudor - 2 D Drawn by: Lavinia Cherbel - 8 C

Primăvara Spring
de Panait Cerna by Panait Cerna
Cu faptura ei de floare With its nice creature of flower
Si cu daruri noi, And to give new presents power
Vesnica biruitoare The eternal winning season
A sosit la noi. Came to us and has its reason.
Trandafirii aurorii Some pretty roses the dawn seeks
Sunt obrajii ei, They seem to be just its nice cheeks,
Val de argint ea are norii Its clouds from silver wave made
Albi si subŝirei. Are slim and of white colour laid.
Nalta, mandra, sta-n picioare It stands up tall and proud, too
In radvan domnesc… In lordly order shows to you ...
Gingas chip de fata are A gentle face of girl it has
Bratul voinicesc. And so heroic its arm was.
Viu struneste-n aer zana The fairy vividly rein
Roibi hraniti cu jar; The horses in the air's vein;
Cai de vant, scapati din mana With embers fed then on the land
Cruntului Ghenar. Escaped from January's rude hand.
Bubuind inainteaza Rumbling it forwards to the ridge
Pe un pod de nori, Just on a full of clouds bridge,
Pana iese-n drum de raza Till it goes out of its way
Strajuit de flori… Flowers surrounding a bright ray …
Robert Brădeanu - the 5th
class C Ioana Badea - the 6th
class C
Adriana Muşat - his Romanian teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Mihai Baciu - 4 A Drawn by: Andreea Nistor - 6 A

Mevsimler Seasons
Bir yılda dört mevsim var There are four seasons in a year
İlk mevsim ilkbahardır First season is spring
Baharda kuşlar şarkı söyler Birds sing when spring comes
Güneş yazın ısıtır The sun heats in the summer
Yeşil çayırlar kurur Green meadows, dries
Kışın havalar soğur In winter the weather gets cold
Okul sonbaharda açılır The school opens in the autumn
OSMAN KARADUMAN Edanur Basgul

Mevsimler
Bir yılda dört tam dört mevsim
Hepsinde ayrı ayrı resim
Mevsimler rengidir dünyamızın
Cana can katan yanıdır
İlkbahar gelir çiçekler açar
Bizimkiler dünden coşar
Çocuklar neşeyle dolar
Tavşan gibi zıplar oynar...
ÖZLEM ÇELİK- Hazal bektas
Seasons
There are four seasons in a year.
Seasons have different pictures.
Seasons are the color of our world
Thel help us to survive
Flowers bloom in spring.
Children are very happy everywhere.
Children are cheerful.
They play and jump like a rabbit .

Ilgaz
Ilgaz Anadolu’nun
Sen yüce bir dağısın
Baharda yer yüzünde
O cennetin bağısın
Yalçın kayalıklar
Göklere yükseliyor
Senin dumanlı başın
Bulutları deliyor
Yükseklerden akıyor
Ne güzel berrak sular
Eteklerinde otlar
Sürülerle kuzular
Ilgaz
Ilgaz the great mountain
of Anatolia
You are the garden of heaven
in earth when spring comes
Rugged cliffs
Rising in the sky
Your smoky head
Pierces the clouds
Flows at higher altitudes
What a beautiful clear waters
Herbs in the outskirts of
Flocks lambs
omer Faruk cebeci

Aprile April
di A. Russo - by A. Russo
Andiamo a trovare Let’ go to see
Aprile April
Sull'erba dei prati On the grass of meadows
lo vedremo giocare we’ll see it playing
col vento lieve with the gentle wind
di primavera of spring
snidare flushing out
col tiepido sole with the warm sun
i pigri animaletti, the lazy little animals,
lanciare flying
coi bimbi folletti with playful kids
grossi aquiloni. big kites .
Andiamo a trovare Let’ s go to see
Aprile April
Translated by Giulia class 2B

Canti di primavera Spring Songs
di M.Castoldi by M. Castoldi
Se vuoi sentir cantare la primavera, If you want to hear singing the Spring,
fanciullo, va’ nel prato, chiudi gli occhi. Child, go in the meadow,close your eyes
Verranno i grilli al calar della sera: The crickets will come at nightfall:
terran concerto insieme coi ranocchi. They’ll have a concert together with frogs
Tra i fili d’erba terran concerto Among the grass will have concert
in mezzo al prato, sotto il cielo aperto. Amidst the meadow,under the open sky.
Se primavera vuoi sentir cantare, If Spring you want to hear singing
ad occhi chiusi resta ad ascoltare. stay to listen with closed eyes.
Translated by Andrea class 3A

Sera d'Aprile April Night
di Antonia Pozzi by Antonia Pozzi
Batte la luna soavemente Beating the moon softly
Di là dai vetri outside the window
Sul mio vaso di primule: on my vase of primrose:
senza vederla la penso without seeing it I think of it
come una grande primula anch’essa like a big primrose too
stupita astonished
sola alone
nel prato azzurro del cielo. In the blue meadow of the sky.
Translated by Eleonora 2B

La primavera llegó
Lo anuncia el ruiseðor
La fiesta ya comenzñ
Está en el corazñn
Este es el tiempo de la alegría
De los colores y del amor
Este es el tiempo de la armonía
Suena en el aire esta canciñn
La primavera llegñ
Lo anuncia el árbol el flor
La lluvia bien comenzñ
El campo reverdeciñ
Este es el tiempo de la alegría
De los colores y del amor
Este es tiempo de la armonía
Suena en el aire esta canciñn
(BIS)
Spring is here
It announces the nightingale
The party has already started
It is in the heart
This is the time of joy
Of colors and love
This is the time of harmony
This song sounds in the air
Spring is here
The blossom tree announces
The rain started
The field budded
This is the time of joy
Of colors and love
This is a time of harmony
This song sounds in the air
(BIS)
Natalia Tello 5º Aymara Rios 5º

Reginella campagnola Little Queen Countrywomen
di E. Di Lazzaro / C. Bruno - 1938 by E.Di Lazzaro/C.Bruno
All'alba quando spunta il sole At dawn when the sun comes down
là nell'Abruzzo tutto d'or, there in the golden Abruzzo
le prosperose campagnole the joyful countrywomen
discendono le valli in fior. descend the valleys in bloom.
O campagnola bella Oh campagnola bella
tu sei la reginella. You are the reginella
Negli occhi tuoi c'è il sole In your eyes there’s the sun
c'è il colore delle viole there’s the colour of violets
delle valli tutte in fior. Of the valleys all in bloom.
Se canti la tua voce If you sing your voice
è un'armonia di pace is a harmony of peace
che si diffonde e dice: all round and says;
"Se vuoi vivere felice “ if you want to live happily
devi vivere quassù". Come to live up here”
Quand'è la festa, dal paesello When is the town fair, from the village
con la sua cesta se ne va. with her basket she goes.
Trottorellando l'asinello The little donkey trotting
la porta verso la città. Takes her to the town
O campagnola bella Oh campagnola bella
Tu sei la reginella You are the reginella
drawn by Chiara class 1B

Torna Maggio May comes back
di V.Russo/Di Capua,1900 by V. Russo - E. Di Capua
Rose! Che belle rose! Torna maggio! Roses! What beautiful roses! Come back May!
Sentite il profumo di questi fiori belli! Smell the perfume of these beautiful flowers!
Sentite come cantano gli uccelli! Listen how the birds sing!
E voi dormite ancora! Ah che coraggio! And you still sleep! What courage!
Aprite questa finestra, oh bella fata Open this window,lovely fairy
che l'aria adesso si è fatta profumata. because the air now smells.
Ma voi dormite ancora! Ah che coraggio! But you still sleep! What courage!
Rose! Che belle rose! Torna maggio! Roses! What beautiful rose! Come back May!
Rose! Che belle rose! E voi dormite! Roses! What beautiful roses! And you sleep!
E' primavera, non sentite le voci? It’s Spring,don’t you hear the voices?
Ma non vi sveglia questo dolce profumo? But this sweet scent doesn’t wake up ?
Bocca profumata come una viola, Scented mouth like a violet
la primavera mia siete voi sola! You are my only Spring!
drawn by Noemi Class 1B

Il passerotto(Lu Passarielle) The Little Sparrow
di E. Di Lazzaro by E. Di Lazzaro
Ogni anno a primavera, Every year in Spring
coi mandorli di maggio e coi ciliegi in fior, with May almond and the cherry trees in
bloom
sull'albero fiorito tornava al vecchio nido on the tree the Sparrow still came back to
"lu Passarielle" ancor. the old nest
Ricordo, ogni mattina I remember every morning
con il suo frullo d'ale, with his flutter of wings
veniva al primo sole he came with the rising sun
per farmi risvegliar. to wake me up.
E tutta la mia casa He brought joy
di festa mi riempiva to my home
e poi s'addormentava and then he fell asleep
al tramontar. at the sunset
Ed ora è primavera, And now it’s Spring again,
è ritornato maggio coi mille e più color. May came back with all its colours
Sull'albero fiorito ,aspetto On the flowery tree I’m stil
"lu Passarielle" ancor! waiting for “ the little Sparrow”!
drawn by Ginevra&Flavia class1B

Prośba do słoneczka
Bożena Forma
Malutka głñwka krokusa
nad śniegiem się pojawiła.
To znaczy, że już wkrñtce
przybędzie wiosna miła.
Słoneczko nasze kochane,
bardzo cię prosimy.
Ogrzewaj mocno ziemię,
zacieraj ślady zimy.
Pod śniegiem mocno bije
pani przyrody serce.
Słoneczko wyślij promienie,
daj ciepła jak najwięcej.
Urośnie młoda trawa,
rozwiną się pąki na drzewach.
Dla ciebie miłe słoneczko
każdy ptaszek zaśpiewa.
Petition to the sun
by Bożena Forma
A tiny head of crocus
Appears above the snow
It means that pleasant spring
Soon will be here, I know
Our dearest sun
We ask you very strong
Heat the land intensely
Make winter traces exist not long
The heart of nature beat strongly
Under the snowy cover
The kind sun, send us your beams
And give much heat moreover
Young grass will shoot up shortly
And buds on the trees will bloom (run)
And every bird will sing
For you dearest sun
by Piotr Kupis Ia by Jakub Jabłczyński Ia

Wiosna idzie
W. Rusiecka
Wiosna idzie, co to będzie?
Jeszcze tyle śniegu wszędzie.
I na dachu i na płotku,
w polu, w lesie i w ogrñdku.
Wiosna idzie nie ma strachu!
Zaraz zniknie śnieżek z dachu.
Już na pola i na łąki
lecą gońce jej, skowronki.
Lecą do nas wiosny gońce,
ciepły wietrzyk, ptaki, słońce!
Spring is coming
by W. Rusiecka
What would it be?, spring will go
But everywhere is so much snow
On the roof and on the fence
On the field in wood and garden
Spring is coming, there’s no fear
From the roof snow will disappear
On the fields and on the meadows
Larks are flying – the spring’s runners
The runners of spring are flying to us
And also warm wind, and birds, and sun
by Karolina Wrzoskiewicz Ia by Inga Łukawska Ia

O wiośnie
by Ewa Zawadzka
Dalej, dalej do ogrñdka dzieci
Już nas wiosna wita
Słońce jasno świeci
Patrzcie, patrzcie wkoło
Zielenią się drzewa
Ślicznie rosną kwiatki
Dźwięcznie ptaszek śpiewa
Dla każdego dziecka
Czerwcowa pogoda
Poziomka pachnąca
Wiąże dziś dziewczynkom
Kokardy ze słońca
Chłopcom złote żagle
Rozpina na chmurze
Zaprasza w dalekie
Podniebne podrñże
I biegnie z bukietem
Przez ogromny świat
Dla każdego dziecka
Niesie jeden kwiat
About the spring
by Ewa Zawadzka
Children, let’s rush to the garden
Spring is greeting us
By the sun which shine so bright
Look, look around
Trees become so green
Beautiful flowers grow
Bird is singing a song
Weather in June
is like tasty strawberry
It ties sunny bows
For each little girl.
For boys it sets golden sails
between the clouds
Spring invite them
for a voyage through the sky
It run with bunch of flowers
Through the huge, amazing world
Carries a single flower
for every little child.
by Patrycja Sekuła Ia by Łukasz Gajerski Ia

Iată, mult visata vară! Here’s the So Much
Dreamed Summer!
Vara soarele-i fierbinte In summer sun is very hot
Şi la toŝi le aduce aminte Making us remember a lot
De nisip şi valuri care Of sand and waves we often meet
Ne aştern scoici la picioare. While laying shells at our feet.
De nisip şi valuri care Of sand and waves we often meet
Ne aştern scoici la picioare. While laying shells at our feet.
Cine ne aduce oare Who actually brings for us
Darnică vacanŝa mare The geberous holiday thus
Şi excursii minunate And those trips so great and bright
Este vara, ai dreptate. It is just summer, you are right.
Şi excursii minunate And those trips so great and bright
Este vara, ai dreptate. It is just summer, you are right.
Este un anotimp, vezi bine It is a season, as you see
Cu dulci fructe, valuri line As fresh fruit and smooth waves will be
Şi distracŝii până-n seară Till night makes fun as a mummer
Iată, mult visata vară! Here’s the so much dreamed summer!
Şi distracŝii până-n seară Till night makes fun as a mummer
Iată, mult visata vară! Here’s the so much dreamed summer!
Ancuţa Bogdan - the 2nd class D David Mareş - the 8th
class C
Carmen Voican Ţuţală - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Răzvan Muscalu - 6 C Drawn by: Andreea Darie - 8 D

Oac, Oac! Croak, croak!
Ce petrecere frumoasă What a nice party, a true break
E la margine de lac, It's just at the edge of the lake,
Broscărimea bucuroasă A lot of fun all the frogs make
Are vin şi cozonac. Because they have wine and sponge cake.
Oac, oac, dilidilidam, Croak, croak, dilidilidam,
Oac, oac, oac, oac, dilidilidam. Croak, croak, croak, croak, dilidilidam.
Un broscoi cânta la cobză Playing the lute as a rimer
Şi o broască la ŝambal And its cute mate the dulcimer
O broscuŝă mică, strâmbă The male frog stays on the rill
Vrea să joace sus pe deal. Its baby crooks, plays up the hill.
Dintr-o trestie înaltă From a high reed, the scared frog
A ieşit un câine şchiop Can see coming in a lame dog
Broscărimea speriată And that if they have seen a slop
A luat-o la galop In a hurry start to gallop.
Valentin Iordache - the 8th class D Andreea Postelnicu - the 7th
class A
Veronica Stanca - his French teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Diana Radu - 2 D Drawn by: Andrei Drăghici - 6 C

Povestea unui ciobănaş A Nice Little Shepherd’s Story
Am să vă spun, copii, povestea I will tell you, kids, don't worry
Unui ciobănaş, a unui ciobănaş. A nice little shepherd’s story.
În fiecare zi mergea cu turma pe imaş, Daily on pasture with his herd,
Printre oiŝe, mieluşei, drăguŝul ciobănaş. Went among ewes, lambs, cute
shepherd.
Voios, pe câmpul înflorit, cânta din fluieraş, On the blossomed field whistled
glad
Şi-i răspundea din lan de fân, cri, cri un greieraş. In the hayfield cricket's song had.
Dar cum mergea cântând voios pe crângul înverzit, Carring his song in fields with joy,
Un piŝigoi din vârf de pom, aşa i-a ciripit. A titmouse squeal heard the boy.
Cirip, cirip, ascultă-aici, cirip, băiatule. Chirp, chirp, listen boy, chirp here.
Stă lupu-ascuns într-un tufiş, păzeşte-ŝi oile. Wolf is in bush, keep sheep near.
Am să mă duc îndată eu, am să mă duc în zbor, I will go soon, I'll go in flight,
Să chem aici cu puşca lui, pe mândrul vânător. The proud hunter kills the blight.
Şi vânătorul iscusit, îndată a venit, For skillful hunter was a bit
El, lupu-ascuns într-un tufiş, pe loc l-a nimerit. The hidden wolf fast he could hit.
V-am spus acum, copii, povestea unui ciobănaş. I told you shepherd’s story, kids.
Cânta şi el, dar nu ca voi, cânta din fluieraş. For playing just a whistler needs.
Valentin Drăgan - the 6th class C Ionuţ Zegheru - the 7th
class A
Iulian Rizoaica - his Geography teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Lavinia Cherbel - 8 C Drawn by: Denisa Voica - 2 D

Vara Summer
de Demostrene Botez by Demostrene Botez
Arde soarele de vară, The summer sun is burning now,
Luminoasă este zarea, The horizon has a bright vow,
Iar prin grâu şi prin secară And by the wheat or by the rye
A pornit secerătoarea. The cropper started to make dye.
Duduie voinic tractorul The tractor is sturdy a bit
Care-o trage după el. Dragging the cropper after it.
În curând pe tot ogorul And soon on the whole domain
Nu rămâne-un firicel. Just no one trickle can remain.
Strânşi la brâu şi aurii, Close gathered at the waist the sheaves,
Snopi culcaŝi se-aliniază, Are lying align as gold leaves,
Parc-ar fi nişte copii Like children they look very soon
Care dorm după amiază. As they sleep in the afternoon.
Andrei Drăghici - the 6th
class C Raluca Antonescu - the 8th
class C
Julieta Stan - his French teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Raluca Enache - 6 A Drawn by: Flavius Stancu - 8 D

Lacul The Lake
de Mihai Eminescu by Mihai Eminescu
Lacul codrilor albastru Amid the forest the blue lake
Nuferi galbeni îl încarcă, Yellow lilies started to take,
Tresărind în cercuri albe By wincing in circles so white
El cutremură o barcă. He shakes a boat like a mite.
Si eu trec de-a lung de maluri, And I’m passing along the banks,
Parc-ascult şi parc-aştept Listening and waiting stay in ranks
Ea din trestii sã răsară That from the reeds she starts to crest
Si sã-mi cadă lin pe piept; And gently to fall on my breast.
Sã sărim în luntrea mică, In the small boat then we jump,
Ingânaŝi de glas de ape, Rocked by the waters' voices bump,
Si sã scap din mână cârma And let the helm out of hand
Si lopeŝile sã-mi scape; And the oars go towards the sand.
Sã plutim cuprinşi de farmec Let’s float comprised of charm soon
Sub lumina blândei lune - Under the light of gentle moon -
Vântu-n trestii lin foşnească, In the reeds slow is wind’s rustle,
Undoioasa apă sune! The waved water shows its bustle.
Dar nu vine... Singuratic She doesn't come ... but I don’t why
In zadar suspin şi sufăr And suffering in vain I sigh
Lângă lacul cel albastru So closed to the blue lake indeed
Incărcat cu flori de nufăr. With nice lily flowers loaded.
Andreea Darie - the 8th
class D Robert Vlad - the 8th
class C
Mihaela Rizoaica - her History teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Rebeca Tănase - 4 A Drawn by: Iulian Dinu - 5 C

Ploaie de vară Summer Rain
de Emilia Plugaru by Emilia Plugaru
Picături de ploaie caldă There were a few of small raindrops
Picură pe trotuare, Which spotted playful on sidewalks,
Un copil al nu ştiu cui, When a child whose I do not know,
Fericit aleargă, sare. Happily runs and jumps to grow.
De la bloc îl vede tatăl He from the block of flats is seen
Şi îi strigă, supărat: By his dad who sad calls I mean:
- Ce aştepŝi, afară plouă, - What are you waiting, please come soon,
Vin-acasă, imediat! It's raining in this afternoon!
Dar deodată-şi aminteşte But he remembers all at once
Că şi el, când era mic, The old times, as a child ones
Alerga desculŝ prin ploaie: Barefoot running in the rain
- Bine, mai rămâi un pic... Okay, you can out remain ...
David Safta - the 6th
class A Ionuţ Brăslaşu - the 7th
class A
Maria Bădica - his French teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Cătălin Zamfir - 8 C Drawn by: Olga Delia Oprişor - 7 A

Memleket İsterim
Memleket isterim
Gök mavi, dal yeşil, tarla sarı olsun;
Kuşların çiceklerin diyarı olsun.
Memleket isterim
Ne başta dert ne gönülde hasret olsun;
Kardeş kavgasına bir nihayet olsun.
Memleket isterim
Ne zengin fakir ne sen ben farkı olsun;
Kış günü herkesin evi barkı olsun.
Memleket isterim
Yaşamak, sevmek gibi gönülden olsun;
Olursa bir şikayet ölümden olsun.
Boran Eken
I Want a Country
I want a country
Let the sky be blue, the bough green, the
cornfield yellow
Let it be a land of birds and flowers
I want a country
Let there be no pain in the head, no yearning in
the heart
Let there be an end to brothers' quarrels
I want a country
Let there be no rich and poor, no you and me
On winter days let everyone have hose and
home
I want a country
Let living be like loving from the heart
If there must be complaint, let it be of death
Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı

Güneş delisi
Akan suyu severim ben
Işıldayan karı severim
Bir yeşil yaprak
Bir telli böcek
Yeşeren tohum
Güneşte görsem
Sevinç doldurur içime
Bir günü
Güzel bir günü
Güneşli bir günü
Hiç bir şeye değişmem
Onun için savaşı sevmem
Onun için zulmü sevmem
Onun için yalanı sevmem
Bilirim yaşamaz güneşte
Bilirim yaşamaz yanyana aşkla
Ne haksızlık
Ne korku
Ne açlık
Crazy for the sun
I love flowing water
I love sparkling snow
If I see under the sun
A grean leaf
A small insect
A seed turning green
It fills me with joy
I won't exchange a day
A beautiful day
A suny day
For anything
That's why I don't like wars
That's why I don't like cruelty
That's why I don't like lies
I know, neither injustice
Nor fear
Nor hunger
Can live under the sun
I know, they can't live side by side with
love
Necati Cumalı

Elbiselerim (Mevsimler)
Şarkısı
Hep yeşildir elbiselerim
Bu rengi ben pek çok severim
İlkbaharı cicim
Çok sevdiğim için
Hep yeşildir elbiselerim
Hep kırmızıdır elbiselerim
Yaz Babayı cicim
Hep kırmızıdır elbiselerim
Hep sarıdır elbiselerim
Sonbaharı cicim
Hep sarıdır elbiselerim
Hep beyazdır elbiselerim
Kış Babayı cicim
Hep beyazdır elbiselerim
My Clothes (Seasons) Song
My clothes are always green
I love this colour
Spring, sweetie
I like very much
My clothes are always green
My clothes are always red
I love this colour
Dad summer, sweetie
I like very much
My clothes are always red
My clothes are always yellow
I love this colour
Autumn, sweetie
I like very much
My clothes are always yellow
My clothes are always white
I love this colour
Dad winter, sweetie
I like very much
My clothes are always white
Damla Durandurdu

Estate Summer
di Salvatore Quasimodo by Salvatore Quasimodo
Cicale, sorelle, nel sole Balm crickets, sisters,in the sun
con voi mi nascondo with you I hide
nel folto dei pioppi in the thickness of the poplars
e aspetto le stelle. And I wait for the stars.
Translated by Gaia class 2B

D’Estate In Summer
di G,Pascoli by G. Pascoli
Le cavallette sole The grasshoppers alone
Sorridono in mezzo alla gramigna gialla. Smile in the midst of the yellow weed.
I moscerini danzano al sole The midges dance in the sun
Trema uno stelo sotto una farfalla tremble a stem under a butterfly
Translated by Rebecca 2B

Estate Summer
di Romana Rompato by Romana Rompato
Calda Estate tutta d'oro, Warm Summer all gold
che cos'hai nel tuo tesoro? What have you got in your treasure?
Pesche, fragole, susine, Peaches, strawberries, plums
spighe, e spighe senza fine, wheat, and wheat endless
prati verdi e biondi fieni, green meadows and blonde hays
lampi, tuoni, arcobaleni, lightnings, thunders, rainbows
giorni lunghi, notti belle long days, bright nights
colme di lucciole e stelle full of fireflies and stars
translated by Greta class 2B

Domenica D’agosto Sunday in August
di Migliacci by Migliacci
Domenica d'agosto, che caldo fa! Sunday in August, how hot it is!
La spiaggia è un girarrosto, non servirà The beach is burning, it won’t help
bere una bibita se in fondo all'anima to have a drink if I’m dreaming
sogno l'oceano. Splash! the ocean.Splash!
Ondeggiano le palme da dattero, The date palm trees are waving
in cielo un volo di fenicotteri. In the sky the flamingos fly.
Sopra lo scoglio c'è una ragazza che On the cliff there’s a girl that
ride e si tuffa giù. Splash! laughs and dives down. Splash!
Vieni qui, lei mi fa, tulla tullalla. Come here, she says,tulla tullalla
Vieni qui, se ti va, tulla tullalla. Come here,if you want, tulla tullalla
Qui da me troverai, tulla tullalla, Here you’ll find,tulla tullalla
L’oceano blu. Splash The blue ocean. Splash!
Domenica d'agosto, che sera blu! Sunday in August,what blue night!
In cielo c'è una stella che guarda giù. In the sky there’s a star that look down.
Prendo la moto e vengo a cercare te, I come to look for you
ma non ti trovo più. Splash! but I can’t find you, any more. Splash!
drawn by Gianmarco class 1B

Spiagge Beaches
Spiagge, immense ed assolate, Beaches, immense and sunny,
Spiagge già vissute, Beaches already lived
In questa azzurrità, fra le conchiglie In this blue, between the shells
e il sale, and the salt,
Quanta la gente che, ci ha già lasciato How many people, has already left
il cuore. the heart .
Beaches Spiagge
Di attimi rubati, of stolen moments
Mentre la pelle brucia While the skin burns,
Un'altra vela va, fino a Another boat goes sailing,
che non scompare, until it disappear,
Quanti segreti che, How many secrets that,
appartengono al mare. belong to the sea.
Spiagge, Beaches
Di cocco e di granite, Coconut and granite,
Di stranieri e di bagnini, Foreigners and lifeguards
Quel disco nel juke box, That music in the juke box
Suona la tua canzone, play your song,
Per la tua storia che, For your story
Nasce sotto l'ombrellone. Born under the umbrella.
drawn by Enea class 1B

Azzurro Blue
Cerco l'estate tutto l'anno I'm searching the summer all year
e all'improvviso eccola qua. And suddenly it is here
Lei è partita per le spiagge She left to the sea
e sono solo quassù in città, and I’m alone in the city
sento fischiare sopra i tetti I hear whistling over the roofs
un aeroplano che se ne va. a plane is taking off.
Azzurro, Blue
il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro the afternoon is too blue
e lungo per me. And long for me
Mi accorgo I realize
di non avere più risorse, to have no opportunities
senza di te, without you
e allora and so
io quasi quasi prendo il treno almost I take a train
e vengo, vengo da te, and I’m coming to you
ma il treno dei desideri but the train of my thoughts
nei miei pensieri all'incontrario va. is going for other ways.
Azzurro, Blue
il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro the afternoon is too blue
e lungo per me… And long for me…
drawn by Laura class 1B

La playa
La playa en verano
Las olas del mar
La brisa, un helado
Saltar y nadar
Comida en el patio
Melñn y sandía
Papá con su radio
Siesta al mediodía
El cubo y la pala
Enormes castillos
Paseo por la playa
El cielo amarillo
El pelo enredado
La arena y la sal
Dedos arrugados
Cenar en el bar
La ventana abierta
Dormir con la abuela
La playa desierta
Cubierta de estrellas.
Imane Trari
The beach
The beach in summer
The waves of the sea
The breeze, and ice cream
To jump and to swim
Eating in the forecourt
Melon and water melon
Dad with his radio
Siesta at the noon
The bucket and the spade
Enormous castles
Walking by the beach
The yellow sky
Tangled hair
The sand and the salt
Wrinkled fingers
Dinner at the bar
The opened window
Sleeping with my grandma
The deserted beach
Covered of stars

La escuela de las flores The school of the flowers
En medio del prado In the middle of the meadow
hay una escuela there is a school
a donde van las flores where the flowers go
y las abejas. And the bees.
Amapolas y lirios, poppies and lilies,
violetas pequeðas, small violets,
campanillas azules blue bells
que, con el aire, suenan. that, with the air, it sounds.
En medio del prado In the middle of the meadow
hay una escuela, there is a school,
y un margarita and a daisy
que es la maestra. Which is the teacher

Strofy o późnym lecie
Julian Tuwim
Zobacz, ile jesieni!
Pełno jak w cebrze wina,
A to dopiero początek,
Dopiero się zaczyna.
Nazłociło się liści,
Że koszami wynosić,
A trawa, jaka bujna,
Aż się prosi, by kosić.
Lato w butelki rozlane,
Na pñłkach słodem się burzy.
Zaraz korki wysadzi,
Już nie wytrzyma dłużej.
Late in summer
by Julian Tuwim
Look the world’s filled up with the autumn
As a glass full of wine
But it’s only the beginning
And with me that’s fine
Leaves that shine like gold,
There are plenty of them
You can roll around in the grass
To move it, here I am
The bottles poured with the summer
It floods everything around
It’s going to explode in a moment
And it’ll take control of a ground
by Julia Sternak Ia by Karolina Wrzoskiewicz Ia

Letnia ulewa
Jrena Suchorzewska
Przed chwilą słońce.
Nagle ... ulewa!
Bije o ziemię,
bije o drzewa,
na szybach dzwoni
i w rynnach śpiewa,
w kałużach pluszcze
letnia ulewa.
I znowu cicho.
Znowu pogoda.
W całym ogrodzie
kałuże, woda...
Po ścieżkach płyną
srebrne strumyki...
Prędko! Zbierajmy
leśne kamyki,
port budujmy,
gdzie płytkie morze.
Tamy stawiajmy
w ciepłym jeziorze.
Puszczajmy łodzie
z listeczkñw gruszy,
nim ziemię znowu
słońce osuszy...
A Summer Downpour
by Irena Suchorzewska
Before a moment of sunlight.
Suddenly ... a downpour!
It beats against the ground,
It beats against the trees,
it rings off the glass
and sings in the gutters,
in puddles it splashes
a summer downpour.
And again, it is quiet.
Again beautiful weather.
Throughout the garden
puddles, water ...
On the paths flow
Silver streams ...
Hurry! Let us collect
the forest pebbles,
let us build the port,
where a shallow sea lies.
Let us build dams
in a warm lake.
Let us sail boats
Made from pear tree leaves
Before the earth is again
Dried up by the sun…
by Natalia Maciąg By Konrad Madej

Leśne szczęście
Tadeusz Śliwiak
Lato, pobądź z nami.
Lato, nie uciekaj.
Dom daleko,
gwar daleko,
ale blisko rzeka.
Nie licz nam kukułko,
ile dni zostało,
bo leśnego szczęścia dla nas
zawsze będzie mało
Forrest happiness
by Tadeusz Śliwiak
Summer, stay with us.
Summer, please don’t run away.
Our home is far,
Like a noise and rustle,
But the river is so close.
Cuckoo, doesn’t count
How many days are left,
Cause such a happiness for us
Never be enough.
by Aleksandra Gajda Ia by Wiktoria Szymańska Ia

Vasara
Es piederu vasarai,
Smaržīgai zālei
Un nebēdnim vējam,
Kas iepūš man sejā tik mīlīgu dvesmu.
Es piederu ziediem un nopļautai zālei,
Kas pāri par visu ceļ sapņainus tiltus-
Tik spilgtus,tik siltus.
Es piederu vasarai, ķirsim pie koka,
Kas saldu jo saldu skūpstu man sniedz.
Es piederu, vasara,
Tik Tev,
Ar savu tik atvērto dvēseles garu..
Summer
I belong to the summer
To the scent of grass
To the wind-scapegrace
Which blows into my face.
I belong to the summer
Where whiff of fresh cut grass
Comes from, so bright, so warm.
I belong to the summer,
To cherries on a tree
Which give me the sweetest kiss.
To the summer I belong
With my open mind for so long

Bate vântul frunzele The Wind Is Blowing the Leaves
Bate vântul frunzele, The wind is blowing now the leaves,
Se învârt moriştile, And we hear the spinning mills,
Rândunica aşa zboară, The swallows' flights for us joy bring,
Iar eu trag zmeul cu sfoară. And I pull the kite with a string.
Rândunica aşa zboară, The swallows' flights for us joy bring,
Iar eu trag zmeul cu sfoară. And I pull the kite with a string.
Mama la plăcinte coace, My mother baked the pies, how cool,
Şi bunica lână toarce. And dear grannie spinned the wool.
Tata trage la rindea Drawing at jointer Dad spends time
Iar eu bat din palme-aşa. And I'm clapping my palms in rhythm.
Tata trage la rindea Drawing at jointer Dad spends time
Iar eu bat din palme-aşa. And I'm clapping my palms in rhythm.
Moşul taie lemnele An old man starts woods to cut
Eu adun surcelele I collect sticks and then guess what
O fetiŝă dă la pui A girl feeds chickens and I try
Iar eu în copac mă sui. To climb fast a big tree so high.
O fetiŝă dă la pui A girl feeds chickens and I try
Iar eu în copac mă sui. To climb fast a big tree so high.
Valentin Poenariu - the 6th class A Bianca Negoescu - the 6th
class C
Mariana Rădulescu - his Maths teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Mihai Bica - 1 C Drawn by: Mihaela Constantin - 5 B

O furnică An Ant
O furnică mică, mică, A very little ant one day,
Dar înfiptă, va să zică, So stealthily, clever, you say,
Ieri, la prânz, mi s-a urcat, Yesterday, at noon, you could see,
De pe vişinul uscat, From the old dry cherry-tree.
Pe picioare, pentru căci Reached on my feet because it thought
Mi le-a luat drept nişte crăci. There are the small branches it sought.
Mărunŝica de făptură The small creature came to south
Duse, harnică, la gură Hardworking, put in its mouth
O fărâmă de ceva A bit of something good for eat
Care-acasă trebuia So necessary, a nice feat
Aşezat în magazie Placed in warehouse where adds some
Pentru iarna ce-o să vie. For the new winter which will come.
Unde mergi aşa de grabă? Where are you going so quickly?
Gândul meu mâhnit o-ntreabă, My sad thought asks it so kindly.
Încă nu te-ai lămurit And are you clear, yes or no
Că greşeşti şi-ai rătăcit? You are wrong and you are lost so?
Deaconu Sabina - the 1st class D David Mareş - the 8th
class C
Laura Niţu - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Andreea Petrişor - 2 A Drawn by: Gabriel Văduva - 8 D

Acum e toamnă It’s Autumn Now
A, a, a, acum e toamnă, da! A, a, a, autumn, nice noun!
Frunza-n codru-ngălbeneşte, In the forest leaf gets brown,
Iarba-n câmp se vestejeşte, In field grass withers down,
A, a, a acum e toamnă, da! A, a, a, autumn, nice noun!
E, e, e, plăcută vreme e! E, E, E, weather is pleasant!
Mere, prune, nuci şi pere, Apples and plums are now present,
Noi avem după plăcere. With walnuts, pears, pleasure gives.
E, e, e, plăcută vreme e! E, E, E, pleasant weather is!
I, i, i, veniŝi copii la vii! I, i, i, come to vineyard!
Strugurele must se face Making juice from grapes isn'tt hard
Şi nouă mustul ne place, And this good juice is future wine
I, i, i veniŝi copii la vii! I, i, i, come children to dine!
O, o, o, se duc cocorii-n stol. Oh, oh, oh, in the flock cranes go.
Se duc cuci şi rândunele, Go even cuckoos, swallows, so,
Şi ne pare rău de ele, We're sorry for them, don't go, no,
O, o, o, se duc cocorii-n stol! Oh, oh, oh, in the flock cranes go.
Anisia Alexandru - the 1st class C George Riţă - the 8th
class C
Jeana Tiţa - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Mădălin Bârlad - 6 A Drawn by: Geanina Tudor - 5 B

Zile de toamnă Autumn Days
de George Coşbuc by George Coşbuc
Ieri vedeam pe luncă flori… Yesterday I saw around
Mândri fluturi zburători, Flower meadow and so proud
Şi vedeam zburând albine. The butterflies, bees on the dell
Ieri era şi cald şi bine. As yesterday was warm and well.
Azi e frig şi nori şi vânt, Today is cold and clouds, wind,
Frunzele cad la pământ, Fall to the ground leaves in bind,
Florile stau supărate, And flowers are angry by far,
Veştejesc de brumă toate. Withered by frost all of them are.
Ieri era frumos pe-afară And on the outside yesterday
Ca-ntr-o caldă zi de vară. Was nice like in a summer day.
Azi e toamnă pe pământ Today’s autumn on earth, of course
Vreme rea şi bate vant. It’s wind and weather is just worse.
Raluca Enache - the 6th
class A Valentin Iordache - the 8th
class D
Adriana Muşat - her Romanian teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Octavian Florescu-Niţă - 6 C Drawn by: Victor Vasile - 6 A

Livada The Orchard
de Tiberiu Utan by Tiberiu Utan
Pasare de aur, toamna As a golden bird, the autumn
Trece-n zbor neauzit, Passes in unheard flight rhythm,
Iar in cinstea ei, in arbori, And in its honor, in the trees,
Fructele s-au rumenit. All fruits were brown by a breeze.
Merii picotesc sub raze The apples are nodding in rays
Si iti vine sa alergi You feel you're running in these days
Printre pomi, descult, prin ierburi Among the trees and herbs, barefoot
Moi, ca peste calde cergi. Soft, as above some warm rugs put.
Minunata esti livada, How wonderful, you, orchard, are,
Colt din basmul luminos A bright tale corner by far.
De bunica spus aseara, Told bt grannie last evening
Cu voinicul Fat-Frumos. With the famous brave Prince Charming.
Eduard Bogdan - the 2nd class B Diana Onea - the 7th
class A
Lavinia Popescu - his primary teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Claudia Popa - 5 C Drawn by: Hermina Ungureanu - 7 A

Toamnă Autumn
de Ştefan Octavian Iosif by Ştefan Octavian Iosif
Te uită, frunza pică irosită Oh, look how the leaf spades wasted
Şi vântul geme prohodind departe! And the wind's voice far groaned!
Puŝină vreme încă ne desparte Little while still separates us
De iarna tristă, prea curând sosită!... Of sad winter arrived soon thus! ...
Ca un palat pustiu, cu geamuri sparte, As a harsh windows bleak palace,
Pădurea noastră tace părăsită: The silent trees the wood release:
Eu singur cânt cu voce obosită I’ve tired voice but I sing
Şi trec prin încăperile-i deşarte... Through empty rooms I start to ping …
S-au dus privighetorile măiestre; Excelling nightingales are gone;
Pustiu e cuibul blândei turturele... Deserted the turtle dove's nest …
Ah, unde-i şuierul mierliŝei sure ? Why blackbird's whistle starts to rest?
Pierdut din stolul mândrei lor orchrestre, Lost in their proud band’s flock,
Ce trist răsună cânturile mele How sad are my songs as they could
În liniştea adâncă din pădure... In the deep silence of the wood ...
Teodora Firaru - the 4th
class A Oana Olteanu - the 8th
class D
Valentina Sora - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Alexandra Sandu - 7 A Drawn by: Bianca S]rbu - 6 C

Mevsimler
Bir yılda tam dört mevsim,
Hepsi de ayrı resim.
Gel birlikte sayalım,
Takalım birer isim.
İlkbahar,yaz,sonbahar,
Kış gelince kar yağar.
Haydi haydi evine,
Her tarafta soğuk var.
Kartal dağda uçuyor.
Bülbül dağda ötüşür.
Baharda kuzu meler.
Yazın her yer tutuşur.
İlkbahar,yaz,sonbahar.
Kış gelince kar yağar.
Haydi haydi evine,
Her tarafta soğuk var.
Hazal Bektas
Seasons
There are four seasons in a year,
All of them have separate images.
Come on, Let's count together,
Let's put a name.
Spring, summer, autumn,
When it comes to winter, it snows.
Let's go home,
Everywhere is very cold.
Eagle is flying up to the mountains.
Birds are singing in the mountain.
Lambs are singings when spring comes
Everywhere is very hot.
Spring, summer, autumn.
When it comes to winter, it snows.
Let's go home,
Everywhere is very cold.

Islik
Yabanıl ot kokuları
getiriyor bir rüzgar
kıpırdatıyor suları
Belki sonbahar
vurgun yapamayacak
yol vermeyecek sular
Ve neşeli bir ıslık
tutturmuş şimdi doğa
nice acıya karşılık
Aşkı savunmada doğa – Boran Eken
Whistle
Scents of wild grass
the wind brings
she move water
Maybe autumn
not be able to haul
will not lead to water
And a cheery whistle
nature insisted now
nice pain response
Love the defensive nature
Ahmet Telli

Ağacim
Mahallemizde
Senden başka ağaç olsaydı
Seni bu kadar sevmezdim.
Fakat eğer sen
Bizimle beraber
Kaydırak oynamasını bilseydin
Seni daha çok severdim.
Güzel ağacım!
Sen kuruduğun zaman
Biz de inşallah
Başka mahalleye taşınmış oluruz.
Orhan Veli KANIK
My tree
I wouldn't love you this much
If there was another tree besides you
In our neighborhood.
But if you
Knew how to play slide
With us
I would love you more.
My beautiful tree!
When you wither
I hope
We will have moved to another
neighborhood.
Ceyda Ergül

Autunno Autumn
di Roberto Piumini by Roberto Piumini
Quando la terra When the land
comincia a dormire starts sleeping
sotto una coperta under a blanket
di foglie leggere, of light leaves,
quando gli uccelli when the birds
non cantano niente. don’t sing anything.
Quando di ombrelli When of umbrellas
fiorisce la gente, flourish the people,
quando si sente when we hear
tossire qualcuno, to cough someone,
quando un bambino when a child
diventa un alunno. becomes a pupil.
Ecco l’autunno! Here is the Autumn!
Translated by Lorenzo & Jesmar

Autunno–Il Fungo Autumn- The Mushroom
di M.Moretti by M.Moretti
Il cielo ride un suo riso turchino The sky laughs its turquoise laugh
benché senta l'inverno ormai vicino. although it feels the winter now close.
Il bosco scherza con le foglie gialle The woods jokes with yellow leaves
benché l'inverno senta ormai alle spalle. although it feels the winter behind.
Ciancia il ruscel col rispecchiato cielo, Prattle the stream with the reflected sky
benché senta nell'onda il primo gelo. although it feels in the wave the first frost.
é sorto a piè di un pioppo It arose at the foot of a bony and log
ossuto e lungo poplar
un fiore strano, un fiore a ombrello, a strange flower like an umbrella,
un fungo a mushroom.
Translated by Lucrezia & Eleonora

Foglie gialle Yellow leaves
di Trilussa by Trilussa
Ma dove ve ne andate But where are you going
povere foglie gialle poor yellow leaves
come farfalle like softly
spensierate? butterflies?
Venite da lontano o da vicino Are you caming from afar or near
da un bosco o da un giardino? from a wood or a garden?
E non sentite la malinconia and don’t you feel the melancholy
del vento stesso che vi porta via? of the wind itself that carries you away?
Translated by Luca and Lorenzo 2B

Novembre November
di Gergoli /Gippi 1949 by Gergoli/Gippi
Novembre, November
un canto sommesso vien dal cielo, a low song comes down from the sky,
mi porta quaggiù, come in un velo, brings me down here,like in a veil
l'eco lontan d'una canzone. the distant echo of a song
Novembre, November,
ascolto, rapita, I listen,enraptured,
quel canto nostalgico e infinito that nostalgic and endless song
che resta nel cuor eternamente. That remains in the heart forever
Mai più, Never again,
forse potrò, sulla tastiera, maybe I will be able, on the keyboard,
tradur tutto il dolore che è in te, to express all the pain that is inside
solo in te. of you.
Novembre, November
un canto sommesso vien dal cielo, a low song comes down from the sky
mi porta quaggiù, come in un velo, brings me down here, like in a veil,
l'anima triste di novembre. the sad soul of November.
Novembre! November!
drawn by Flaviano class 1B

Ultime foglie Last leaves
di U. Bertini - 1939 by U. Bertini
L'autunno fa cadere The Autumn drops
le ultime foglie the last leaves
che il vento raccoglie that the wind collects
portandole a te. bringing them to you
In ogni foglia gialla In each leaf
che t'accarezza that embraces you
c'è tanta tristezza there’s a plenty of sadness
che parla per me. that speaks for me
Come il mio pianto d'amore Like my tears of love
la pioggia vien giù, the rain comes down
sembra che porti il dolore it seems that bears the pain
che c'è nel mio cuor. That is in my heart.
L'autunno fa cadere The Autumn drops
le ultime foglie the last leaves
che il vento raccoglie that the wind collects
per te. for you
Che il vento raccoglie That the wind collects
per te! for you
drawn by Marco class1B

Autunno Autumn
Un'oca che guazza nel fango, A Goose that wallows in the mud,
Un cane che abbaia a comando a dog barking on command,
La pioggia che cade e non cade the rain that falls and doesn’t fall
Le nebbie striscianti che svelano e velano strade… mists crawling reveal and veil streets ...
Profilo degli alberi secchi, Profile of dead trees
spezzarsi scrosciante di stecchi, thunderous crack of sticks
sul monte, ogni tanto, gli spari on the mountains,sometimes, the shots
e cadono urlando di morte gli animali ignari and fall screaming to death innocent
animals,
L'autunno ti fa sonnolento, Autumn makes you sleepy,
la luce del giorno è un momento the light of the day is a time
che irrompe e veloce è svanita: that breaks into fast and is gone:
metafora lucida di quello che è la nostra vita... lucid metaphor of what is our life ...
Odori di fumo e foschia, Smells of smoke and haze
fanghiglia di periferia, mud in the suburbs,
distese di foglia marcita expanses of rotted leaf
che cade in silenzio lasciando per sempre la vita… falling silently leaving the life forever
drawn by Revel class1B

El otoño.
El viento, aburrido,
saliñ a jugar en el bosque.
Acaricia los árboles
les hace cosquillas
y después,
se esconde.
Ahora en zigzag,
luego arriba y abajo…
y los árboles contentos
se cimbrean a los lados,
para agradecerle al viento
sus abrazos.
Con las hojas que han caído,
juega también.
Las levanta y zarandea,
las amontona y extiende
formando una alfombra en ocre,
a sus pies…
es otoðo, y todo vale.
Al compás del viento,
bailan los árboles,
y las hojas de colores tapizan el campo
o se divierten,
flotando en el aire.
Translated by Marta Martín Díaz
The autumn
The wind, boring,
Went out to play in the forest.
Caresses the trees
Make them tickles
And after,
It hides.
Now in zigzag,
Then up and down…
And the happy trees
Sway to the sides themselves,
To thank enough the wind
Its hugs.
With the fallen leaves,
It plays too.
It ups and shakes them
It piles and extends them
Forming an ocher carpet
At its feet….
It is autumn, and everything goes
With the beat of the wind,
The trees dance,
And coloring leaves cover the field
Or they enjoy,
Floating in the air

Jesień”
Maria Jasnorzewska Pawlikowska
Już jesień
rodzi się w moich oczach .
Krñluje
przez kilka miesięcy
i odchodzi
JESTEM JAK JESIEŃ
złota ,
szczera
ciepła
zimna .
KOCHAM JESIEŃ
Kiedyś przysypie mnie liśćmi
JESTEM JESIENIĄ...
Widzę, że przemijam
Autumn
by Maria Jasnorzewska Pawlikowska
The autumn
breeds in my eyes.
It reigns supreme
for some months
and walks off
I AM LIKE THE AUTUMN
gold-coloured,
honest
warm
cold.
I LOVE THE AUTUMN
One day it will cover me with fallen leaves
I AM THE AUTUMN
I see that I am passing away
by Wiktoria Fatyga Ia by Wiktoria Fatyga Ia

„Pokochaj jesień”
Tadeusz Karasiewicz
Sprñbuj pokochać jesień
z niesamowitymi urokami
Spñjrz ile piękna niesie
obdarzając cię nowymi dniami.
Kolorowo jak wiosną
barwne liście ostatki zieleni
Dadzą chwilę radosną
twą szarość życia mogą odmienić.
Wieczñr szybciej nastaje
słońce też znika wcześniej niż latem
Lecz nowe czy nie daje
chwile spokoju skorzystaj zatem.
Fall in Love with Autumn
By Tadeusz Karasiewicz
Try to fall in love with autumn
with incredible charms
Look at how many beautiful
new days it grants you.
Colorful as the spring
Colorful leaves are the remnants of the final
greens
They give a joyful moment
the gray of your life they can change.
The evening sets in faster
Also, the sun disappears earlier than in the
summer
But it does not give you new ones
therefore use the moments of peace.
by Michał Wolny Ia by Szymon Gwior Ia

Jesienny wiatr
Hanna Ożogowska
Wiatr jesienią ma robotę
w nocy i za dnia.
Ciągle strąca liście złote
i przed siebie gna.
I nasiona drzew bez liku
nosi tu i tam.
Kiedy spoczniesz już, wietrzyku?
Powiedz, powiedz nam!
Po zielonym wielkim lesie
wiatr piosenki dzieci niesie.
Aż się dziwią stare drzewa
Kto was tak nauczył śpiewać?
Autumn Wind
by Hanna Ożogowska
Wind is busy in the autumn
Day as well as night
He likes golden leaves at bottom
And it flies like a kite
It has stolen seeds from trees
Then it lost them here and there
It’s high time to stop it sees
Stop my dear as we are scare!
Tell us our little kids
Ask the trees with open lids
Why the forest huge and green
Such a thing has never seen.
by Barbara Siutka Ia by Michał Wolny Ia

Săniuţa fuge The Little Sledge
Here’s Running
Săniuŝa fuge The little sledge here’s running
Nimeni n-o ajunge And nobody is forerunning
Are dor de ducă The wanderlust is his host
Parc-ar fi nălucă. It seems to be just a ghost.
Refren: Refrain:
Toata ziua prin zăpadă And all day long it' s through the snow
Vine lumea să o vadă Everybody enjoys that show
Săniuţa e uşoară The little sledge is too easy
Fuge parcă zboară. To fly it seems to be busy.
Are tălpi lucioase It has glossy soles by far
Vârfurile întoarse And so returned the sledge peaks are
Pod de scândurele Like a true bridge made of small boards
Să tot stai pe ele. You stay on them like on some hoards.
Peste hopuri sare It dives vividly over bumps
Ca pe zmeu călare Like on a huge dragon it jumps
Hăŝul dă să scape The rein is ready to escape
Trânta e aproape. The fight is close, it's not a jape.
Armand Stancu - the 4th class B Raluca Antonescu - the 8th
class C
Iuliana Fîlfănescu - his primary teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Robert Acatrinei - 1 C Drawn by: Ioana Badea - 6 C

A venit iarna drăguţă With Its Beauty Winter Has Come
Neaua peste tot s-a pus Everywhere snowflakes have hum
A venit iarna drăguŝa With its beauty winter has come
Hai copii pe deal în sus Let’s go, kids, up to the hill's edge
Să ne dăm cu săniuŝa. Slipping down by lovely sledge.
Hai copii pe deal în sus Let’s go, kids, up to the hill's edge
Să ne dăm cu săniuŝa. Slipping down by lovely sledge.
Câte unul, câte doi, Then one by one, and two by two,
Ne suim în sănioară, Go up the sledge is next to do
Fără cai şi fără boi, No horses, oxen, way is done
Săniuŝa fuge zboară The little sledge can flu and run.
Fără cai şi fără boi, No horses, oxen, way is done
Săniuŝa fuge zboară The little sledge can flu and run.
Ninge, ninge încetişor, It's snowing, so softly snowing,
Cade câte-un fulguşor One by one snowflakes are falling
Iar la geam iarna isteaŝă And at window clever winter
Pune mândre flori de gheaŝă. Of ice flowers becomes printer.
Iar la geam iarna isteaŝă And at window clever winter
Pune mândre flori de gheaŝă. Of ice flowers becomes printer.
Andrei Ştefănescu - the 2nd class A Denisa Ungureanu - the 7th
class A
Daniela Berechet - his primary teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Anca Radu - 2 D Drawn by: Iulian Dinu - 5 C

Iarna Winter
de Nicolae Labiş by Nicolae Labiş
Totu-i alb în jur cât vezi All is white on the long road
Noi podoabe pomii-ncarcă New ornaments the trees load
Şi vibrează sub zăpezi And under snow start to vibrate
Satele-adormite parcă. The villages which sleep, don't prate.
Doamna Iarna-n goană trece Lady Winter quickly passes
În caleşti de vijelii - In carriages of storms it is -
Se turtesc de gemul rece Flatten by the cold window
Nasuri cârne şi hazlii. The snub and funny noses glow
Prin odăi miroase-a pâine, Into the rooms a smell of bread,
A fum cald şi amărui A hot and bitter smoke can spread
Zgreapŝănă la uşă-un câine And a dog at the door scratches
Să-şi primească partea lui … To get its share in batches…
Tata iese să mai pună Dad goes out to put longer
Apă şi nutreŝ la vacă; For the cow water and fodder;
Vine nins c-un fel de brumă He comes snowed by a sort of rime
Şi-n mustăŝi cu promoroacă. And frosted whiskers in this time.
Iar bunicul desfăşoară And grandfather carried out
Basme pline de urgie, Tales full of bane, no doubt.
Basme care te-nfioară Some tales which can shudder you
Despre vremuri de-odinioară, On times-once you have listened to
Vremi ce-n veci n-au să mai fie. On times which this never will do.
Andrei Teodor Banu - the 1st class C Raluca Giorgiana Neagu - the 8th
class D
Jeana Tiţa - his primary teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Ana Enescu - 8 C Drawn by: Victoria Buga - 6 C

Iepurele The Rabbit
de George Topârceanu by George Topârceanu
Vine iarna de la munte, The winter from the mountains comes,
Peste ape face punte Over water a bridge becomes
Şi pe câmp fără hotar And in a big boundless field
Parcă presură zahar. Sprinkling sugar seems to have yield.
Dintr-un codru, din tufiş, From the small bush of a big wood
Iese-un iepure furiş Comes out in a sudden mood
Şi cum scapă pe cărare... A sly rabbit runnung to path
Fuge ca o arătare... Like a strange ghost on a lath ...
Flinta face bum! iar moşu The gun makes boom, it doesn't cose
Stă şi-şi freacă nasu roşu, Often rubbing his red nose
Şi-nciudat luleaua-şi muşcă; An old man bites sad his pipe
Iepurele fuge puşcă. It's from the rabbit's run a stripe.
Ei, ce faci tu, moşulică, Hey, old man, what do you do,
Că n-ai împuşcat nimică? Please give me now a little clue?
Du-te-acasă binişor, As you shot nothing on the grove,
Că-i mai bine pe cuptor! Return, that's better on the stove!
Otilia Baciu - the 8th class C Bianca Negoescu - the 6th
class C
Daniela Bezdedeanu - her Sports teacher Ana Tudor - her English teacher
Drawn by: Flavius Florescu-Niţă - 1 C Drawn by: Ionuţ Zegheru - 7 A

Vis de iarnă Winter Dream
de Violeta Mihăeş by Violeta Mihăeş
Şi-a zburlit mustaŝa gerul The frost has ruffled its mustache,
De-a întunecat tot cerul. The dark sky seems to be an ash;
Ŝese iarna şugubeaŝă, The shaggy winter starts to weave
Păpădiile de gheaŝă. Dandelions of ice which heave.
Peste case şi coline Over the houses and the hills
Viforul năprasnic vine. A terrible storm comes and fills.
Mătură tot pe cărare, It sweeps all in its hurry way,
Fără pic de îndurare. Without some mercy or pay.
Cuibăresc pe la ferestre And nestled on the windows are
Visele fără poveste The dreams with no story which mar,
Şi-i aşteaptă pe copii Waiting children, girls or boys
În casă cu jucării. In the house with nice toys,
Să întindă peste zare Over the horizon to lie
Curcubee călătoare Travelling rainbows in the sky,
Cu zăvoare de lumină, And waiting with latches of light
Primavara ca sa vină. As spring to come, merry and dight.
Alexandru Oanţă - the 5th
class C Şerban Vochin - the 7th
class A
Adriana Muşat - his Romanian teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Maria Negoescu - 5 B Drawn by: Abel Pătraşcu - 5 A

Moş Crăciun Santa Claus
Ce se întâmplă când de sărbatori s-adună nouri When’s holiday clouds it sifts
De obicei ar trebui să plouă cu cadouri Should usually to rain with gifts
Să ne gândim numai la ce poate fi mai bun Let’s think about a good cause
Şi să-l asteptam pe Mos Craciun. Besides, let’s wait for Santa Claus.
Să vină cât mai repede, să ne umple coşul Coming soon, the basket to fill
Sst! ...bate cineva la uşă, ăsta cred că-i Moşul. Shh! Santa’s knocking at door sill
Muzica răsună, Moş Crăciun de veacuri For ages, music resounding
Ştie să ne lecuiasca sufletul şi fără leacuri. Our soul curing, healing.
Ridicaŝi paharele cu sucuri, să golim vasul, Vessel’s empty, raise juice glasses,
Moşul dacă bea ceva, copii-i îngheaŝă nasul. If drinks, Santa’s nose freezes.
Muzica răsună, masa-i plină, totul-i de calibru Tonight balance’s most wanted.
Cel mai căutat în seara asta este echilibrul. Music, table are completed.
Vorbesc părinŝii ce aud şi ei de la părinŝi Parents speak from theirs hear
Că Moşul vine numai la copiii cei mai cuminŝi; For the best kids Santa's near.
Ce mai contează cum am fost, de-mi aduc aminte What does it matter, so what does
Dacă Moşul e aici, înseamnă că am fost cuminte. If Santa's here, good I was.
Dar pentru asta, Moşule, am o rugaminte But Santa, I have a request
Ştii că inima de fată sigur, sigur nu te minte No lie, my girl heart is the best
As vrea, dacă se poate, asta e ultima dorinŝă If possible, last wish I'd like
Adu-mi-l înapoi te rog, de poŝi, pe Ghiŝă. Bring back my Ghiŝă dog from hike.
Ştefania Voicu - the 4th class A Andrei Dobra - the 8th
class C
Valentina Sora - her primary teacher Ana Tudor - his English teacher
Drawn by: Andrei Iţă - 6 C Drawn by: Oana Olteanu - 8 D

Kar
Çok soğuk...
Bugün kar var dışarda,
Buz gibi bir hava, parmaklarım donmus uyandığımda
Baktım bembeyaz bir örtü kaplamış tüm acıların üstünü
Gülümsedim, penceremin demirlerine konmuş küçük bir serçeye
Bir şeyler söylemek ister gibi baktı bana
Sanki, üsüme, bu kıs geçer bahar gelir diyordu
Hangi mevsim seni bana getirir ki? Hangi bahar? Hangi kış?
Mevsimleri saymaktansa hep bir ümitle,
Bırak, her zaman kar yağsın acılarımın üstüne
Snow
It's very cold...
There's snow outside today,
Ice cold weather, my fingers are frozen when I woke up
I saw that a pure white cover has covered all the pains
I smiled to a little sparrow that perched on my window's bars
It looked at me as if wanting to say something
Like saying, don't be cold, this winter ends and spring comes
But which season brings you to me? Which spring? Which winter?
Instead of counting the seasons with an endless hope
Leave it, let snow fall on my pain always.
Cenk

İşte yine kış geldi
Her yer, ayaz kesiyor.
Aman dikkat çocuklar,
Rüzgâr yaman esiyor.
Mevsimler
Soğukta üşümeyin,
Kalın giysiler giyin.
Biraz da tatlı yiyin,
Mevsim kıştır çocuklar!
Kıştan sonra ilkbahar.
Her taraf çiçek kokar.
Sizin bayramınız var.
Nisan hoştur çocuklar.
Güneş gökte bir ateş,
Meyveler olgunlaşır.
Yaz tatili gelince,
Sınıflar tenhalaşır.
Sonbahar geldiğinde,
Tören yapar çocuklar.
Okullar cıvıl cıvıl,
Dersleriniz de başlar.
Tembel tembel gezmek yok!
Okuyalım, yazalım.
Karnelerin üstüne,
Pekiyiler dizelim.
Ahmet Karaaslan
Here we go again came to
winter
Everywhere, frosty cuts.
attention to children
Wind is blowing force to be reckoned.
Do not chill in the cold
Wear warm clothes.
Eat a little bit sweet,
The season is winter, childrens!
Winter after spring
Each party to smell flowers.
You have turkishmiss.
April nice to the kids
A fire in the sun in the sky,
Fruits ripen.
When it comes to summer holiday,
classes get silent
when autumn arrives,
Children makes the ceremony.
Schools are chirping,
Lessons start
Don’t hang out lazily
Let's read, write.
On the scorecards,
diesel to good grades
Çağatay Ergül
class: 7/D

Kiş
Bembeyaz oldu ortalık
Kışın da başka tadı var
Hava bir parça karanlık
Her yanda buz tutmuş sular
Gel biz de şöyle kocaman
Bir kardan adam yapalım
Eğer düşmekten korkmazsan
Buzun üstünde kayalım
Vasfi Mahir KOCATÜRK
Winter
Everywhere was white
There is another beauty of winter
Weather was a bit dark
On all sides icebound water
Come on
Let's make a big snowman
İf you don't afraid of falling
Let's skate on the ice
Vasfi Mahir KOCATÜRK

Neve Snow
di Umberto Saba by Umberto Saba
Neve che turbini in alto e avvolgi Snow that swirl high and cover
le cose di un tacito manto. the things with a silent mantle.
Neve che cadi dall’alto e noi copri Snow that fall from the top and cover us
coprici ancora, all’infinito: imbianca cover us again and again: whitening
la città con le case,con le chiese, the city with homes, with churches,
il porto con le navi, the harbour with ships,
le distese dei prati… the expanses of meadows …
translated by Giulia 3A

Fior di neve Flower of snow
di Umberto Saba by Umberto Saba
Dal cielo tutti gli Angeli From the sky all the Angels
videro i campi brulli saw the bare fields
senza fronde né fiori without leaves and flowers
e lessero nel cuore dei fanciulli and read in the children’s heart
che amano le cose bianche. that they love white things.
Scossero le ali stanche di volare They shook up the wings tired to fly
e allora discese lieve lieve and then softly sotly came down
la fiorita neve the flowery snow
translated by Elonora and Lucrezia class 2B

Il gatto inverno The cat winter
di Gianni Rodari by Gianni Rodari
Ai vetri della scuola stamattina At the windows of the school this morning
l'inverno strofina Winter rubs
la sua schiena nuvolosa his cloudy back
come un vecchio gatto grigio: like an old grey cat:
con la nebbia fa i giochi di prestigio, with the fog it makes magic tricks,
le case fa sparire houses makes it disappear
e ricomparire; and reappear;
con le zampe imbianca il suolo whitening the ground with its paws
e per coda ha un ghiacciolo and has a popsicle as a tail
Sì, signora maestra, Yes, miss teacher,
mi sono un po' distratto I am a bit 'distracted
ma per forza, con quel gatto, but by force! with the cat,
con l'inverno alla finestra with the winter at the window
che mi ruba i pensieri that steals my thoughts
e se li porta in slitta takes them in sleigh
per allegri sentieri for happy trails
Invano io li richiamo: In vain I will recall them:
si saranno impigliati in qualche ramo They will be caught in some bare
spoglio ; branches;
e per dolce imbrogliochiotti, chiotti, and for sweet cheat
fingon d'esser merli e passerotti. they pretend to be blackbirds and sparrows.
Translated by class 3a

Buon Natale all'italiana Merry Christmas in the Italian way
Canto Natalizio di A.Giovannini Italian Christmas song by A.Giovannini
È Natale e vola un angioletto rubicondo It’s Christmas and a little ruddy angel flies
portando l'Alleluia a tutto il mondo, bringing Alleluja to the whole world
è Natale e nel silenzio della notte lieta, it’s Christmas and in the silence of the joyful night
s'accende su nel cielo una cometa. It lights above the sky a comet
Buon Natale, Buon Natale all'italiana Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas in the Italian way
nella neve, quante briciole di sole, in the snow, how many crumbs of sun
fuori è freddo, ma nel cuor, outside it’s cold,but in the heart,
trepida un calor, un calor di bontà, d'amor. trembles a warmth,,a warmth of goodness and love
Buon Natale, Buon Natale all'italiana, Merry Christmas,Merry Christmas in the Italian way
c'è nell'aria il buon profumo dell'abete, there is in the air good scent of fir,
sul presepio di carton, nevica coton. On the crib , the cotton snows
Din don dan, din don dan, din don! Din don dan,din don dan.din.don!
nella neve, quante briciole di sole, in the snow, how many crumbs of sun
fuori è freddo, ma nel cuor, outside it’s cold,but in the heart,
trepida un calor, un calor di bontà, d'amor. trembles a warmth, a warmth of goodness and love.
le campane si rincorrono a distesa, the bells chase each other
Din don dan,din don dan,din don dan Din don dan, din don dan, din don dan!
Buon Natale a Te! Merrry Christmas to you!
drawn by Emiliana 1B

Nevicava a Roma It snowed in Rome
di Beretta/Del Prete,1970 by Beretta/ Del Prete,1970
Mi sembrava impossibile It seemed impossible
e perfino incredibile, and even unbelievable,
eppure questo sogno yet this dream
si avverò. came true.
Nevicava a Roma It snowed in Rome
e la gente si chiedeva: Ma cos’è? And people asked: But what is it?
Questa neve a Roma fa impazzire The snow in Rome makes crazy
li romani come me. the Romans like me.
Ogni statua nuda si ammalò, Each nude statue got sick,
l’arco di ogni ponte si imbiancò the arch of each bridge whitened
e lo spruzzo d’ogni fontanella and the drop of each fountain
un ghiacciolo diventò. Became a popsicle
Era tutto un pizzo straordinario It was an extraordinary lace
il Gianicolo per me, the Gianicolo for me
quando tra milioni di farfalle when among million of butterflies
tutte bianche ho visto te, proprio te. all white I saw you, just you.
Nevicava a Roma e fortuna It snowed in Rome and luckily
quella neve mi portò da te. that snow led me to you
Si vestì di bianco and our love
Il nostro amor . dressed up of white
Drawn by Laura class 1B Drawn by Camilla class 1B

La Befana Trullalà La Befana (The Old Lady) Trullalà
Trullala' Trullala' Trullala'. Trullala’ Trullalà Trullalà.
La Befana vien di notte The Old Lady comes in the night
con le scarpe tutte rotte, with old broken shoes
con la calza appesa al collo, with the sock hanged around the neck
col carbone e caramelle with the coal and candies
con la scopa per volare with the broom to fly.
Lei viene dal mare. She comes from the sea
E la neve scendera' And snow will come down
sui deserti del Maragia', on the deserts of Marahaja
dall'Alaska al Canada'. from Alaska to Canadà
e cantando partira' and singing she will leave
con il sacco arrivera', with the sack she will come
la bufera vincera'. the storm she will win.
Quando arriva la Befana When the Old Lady comes
salta, balla, beve il vino. jump, dance ,drink wine.
Poi di nascosto s' allontana Then secretely leaves
con la notte appiccicata alla sottana. With the night behind her skirt.
Solo una stella brillera' Only one star will shine
e seguirla lei dovra', and she will follow it
per volare verso il nord to fly to the north
E cantando Trullala', And singing Trullalà
la Befana se ne va. the Old Lady goes away
drawn by Gaia&Flaviano

Estamos en invierno
Con la nariz colorada
y bufanda de colores,
paseo por la calle,
dando tiritones.
El sol está escondido
y el viento silbando
froto y froto mis manos
que se están helando.
Los bichitos del barrio
hoy no han salido
y en todas las casas
hay braseros encendidos.
¿Que es lo que ocurre?
Pregunto a mamá.
Pues que el invierno
ha llegado ya.
We are in winter
With my red nose
And a colouring scarf
I walk by the street
Giving shivers.
The sun is hidden
And the wind whistling
I rub and rub my hands
Which are frozen
The bugs of the street
Are not out today
And in every houses
There are fired brazier
What is happening?
I asked to my mum
Well the winter
has just arrived
Ana María Jiménez Monne

„Zła Zima”
Maria Konopnicka
Hu! Hu! Ha! Nasza zima zła!
Szczypie w nosy, szczypie w uszy
Mroźnym śniegiem w oczy prñszy,
Wichrem w polu gna!
Nasza zima zła!
Płachta na niej długa, biała,
W ręku gałąź oszroniała,
A na plecach drwa...
Nasza zima zła!
A my jej się nie boimy,
Dalej śnieżkiem w plecy zimy,
Niech pamiątkę ma!
Nasza zima zła!
Bad Winter
Maria Konopnicka
Ooh! Ooh !Aah! Our winter’s bad!
Pinches noses, stings my ears
With the snow they know my fears,
What’s the rush that makes me sad?!
Our Winter’s Bad!
Ooh! Ooh! Aah! Our winter’s bad!
She put on her long, white coat
With the branch she has just wrote
And the firewood on back –a strange fad
Our Winter’s Bad!
Ooh! Ooh! Aah! Our Winter’s Bad!
But not be afraid of her
Come and play a snowball game
Let’s give her as a keepsake that!
Our winter’s bad!
by Michał Wolny Ia by Dawid Jakubczyk Ia

„Zima”
Jñzef Czechowicz
Pada śnieg, prñszy śnieg,
wszędzie go nawiało.
Dachy białe już są.
Na ulicach biało.
Strojne w biel, w srebrny puch,
latarnie się wdzięczą.
Dziń-dziń-dziń-dziń-
dzwonki sanek brzęczą.
Pada śnieg, prñszy śnieg
bielutki jak mleko.
W sklepach gwar, w sklepach ruch:
- Gwiazdka niedaleko!
Jeszcze dzień, jeszcze dwa,
chłopcy i dziewczynki!
Będą stać niby las
na rynku choinki
Winter
By Jñzef Czechowicz
It’s snowing it’s sprinkling
Everywhere it’s blown
Roofs are white
As well as whole town
Adorned with white and silver down
Lamps on streets are simpering
Jingle – jingle - jingle
Bells on sleigh are clattering
It’s snowing it’s sprinkling
Snow’s as white as milk
Bustle, hubbub in the shops
Santa Claus is coming
One more day, maybe two
Happy boys and girls
Christmas trees soon will stand
On the marketplace
by Patrycja Fatyga Ia by Patrycja Fatyga Ia

„Jedzie zima”
Czesław Janczarski
Przypłynęła chmura sina.
Od pñłnocy wiatr zacina.
Kot wyjść z domu nie ma chęci.
Coś się tam na dworze święci!
Kraczą wrony na parkanie:
- Jedzie zima, groźna pani!
I już lecą z nieba śnieżki,
zasypują drogi, ścieżki,
pola, miedzę i podwñrka,
dach, stodoły, budę Burka.
Kraczą wrony na jabłoni:
- Jedzie zima parą koni!
Mrñz ściął lodem brzeg strumyka.
Zając z pola w las pomyka.
Krasnalowi zmarzły uszy,
już spod pieca się nie ruszy!
Kraczą wrony na brzezinie:
- Oj, nieprędko zima minie!
Winter is coming
by Czesław Janczarski
A blue cloud floated by.
From the north a wind whips.
The Cat has no desire to leave the house.
Something is starting ouside!
The crows crouch on the fence:
- Winter is coming, a dangerous lady!
And snowflakes fall from the sky,
covering roads, paths,
fields, meadows and backyards,
the roof, barns, and Burka’s doghouse.
Crows crouch on an apple tree:
- Winter is coming, riding a pair of horses!
Frost cuts the edge of the stream with ice.
A field rabbit hides in the forest.
The dwarf’s ears have frozen,
already by the stove he will not move!
Crows crouch on the birch tree:
-Oh, winter will not soon pass!
by Michał Skubek IIa by Piotr Kupis IIa

Bērnu ziemas dziesmiņa
(Vilis Plūdonis)
Ziema, ziema!
Baltā māmuliņa!
Klusi, klusi atbraukusi
Šurp pa nakti viņa.
Klau, kā laukā
Bērni jautri klaigā
Slidinoties, vizinoties,
Purpursārti vaigā!
E kur, re kur
Lasās zēnu bari:
Pulkos stājas, rokām mājas -
Sāksies lielie kari.
Māmiņ! māmiņ!
Manu cepurīti!
Es ar līdzi skriešu
Tur, kur visi citi!
Winter Song for Children
by Vilis Plūdonis
Winter, winter!
The white mammy!
Came softly overnight
And here she is.
Children clamor joyfully
Their faces’re blushing
Playing outside in the field
Sliding, riding, rushing
Hey, boys! Come along!
Regiments! Eyes right!
Calling friends, waving hands -
Ready for a snowfight.
Mom! Mom!
My hat!
I must run
Where the others are having fun

Miljoniem sniegpārslu
/dzejoļa autors Guntis Vāveris/
Sala pieskāriens…
Un gaisma zūd,
Bet sirdīs šai gaismai,
Uz mūžu būt…
Pārslu eņģeli…
Tiem spārni trausli,
Kūst tie saujās,
Bet daile to stipra –
-tie plaukstai klāt kļaujas..
…Viņi kusīs Zemes plaukstā,
Dzīvību padzirdot radīs…
Īstenosies vēlme skaļi paustā –
- viņi mūsu sirdis vadīs!
Cik daudz eņģeļu te bijis,
Ka to pūkas baltās…,
Aizdzen prom skumjas saltās?
Millions of Snowflakes
(by Guntis Vāveris)
Touch of Frost ...
And the light fades,
But in our hearts that light,
Will stay …
Flakes - little angels
With fragile wings
They fly and melt calm
But beauty is their strength -
- they cling to your palm
…They’ll melt on the Earth’s palm
Giving voice to our desires…
All wishes will be carried out –
- they’ll lead our hearts
How many angels’ve been here
White weightless fluff…
That cast away sad wintry stuff.

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