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    Словацкий (Slovak)

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Выбор

Kto sa snaží stavať vežu, spadne,
strašný, strmý bude jeho pád,
v studni sveta ocitne sa na dne,
svoju hlúposť bude preklínať.

Na ničiteľa sa zrútia steny
a zostane z neho iba prach,
vševidiacim Bohom opustený
bude kvíliť v hrozných bolestiach.

Večer cestou ku skalnatej skrýši
a či k zátočinám tichých riek
zmeravie, keď pohľad sa mu skríži
s leskom leopardích zreničiek.

Pred osudom hľadáš únik márne,
krv ťa čaká v tomto údolí.
Mlč! Máš predsa právo unikátne —
svoju smrť si vybrať po vôli.


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