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A sok-sok égitest közül

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A sok-sok égitest közül
Zord földünk önként választottam,
S e világon szívem örül,
De akkor csak, ha víg uton van.

Ha meglep titkon engemet
A bú, lelkembe lopakodván,
Elnézem a fellegeket,
S a lelkem újra mosolyog már.

S ha néha mégis álmodom
Rég elhagyott édes hazámról,
Én magam is csodálkozom,
Mért dobban meg szivem magától.

Hisz oly rég volt már, és amott,
A mennyeken túl, hova úsznék…
Hát nem mindegy, hogy hol vagyok,
S fel is milyen vitorlát húznék?

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The Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And your hands are especially frail and your hair especially a mess. / There, there now... Just listen... far, far away, on Lake Chad / Roams a proud and graceful giraffe... / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon / ...

The Giraffe

Today I can see that your features are strikingly sad, / Your arms on your knees are as thin as dandelion stalks. / But listen, in far-away lands that surround lake Chad / A graceful giraffe softly walks. / / A slender and delicate beauty he rightfully owns, / And magical ornaments run ...

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