„July” written by George Bacovia

There are some dead in the town, darling,
And I came to tell you just that;
On the bier, because of the heat in town -
Slowly the corpses rot.

The living, with flesh drenched in sweat
From the heat, also move in decay;
There’s a stench of corpses, my darling,
And even your breasts wilt today.

Pour some strong scent on the carpets,
Bring me roses to fit you out;
There are some dead in the town, darling,
And slowly the corpses rot…