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Dom

Дом

Ten dom, kde v detstve som sa hrával,
ukrutný oheň pohltil.

Na pozlátenú loď som sadol,
aby som na žiaľ zabudol.

Na krásne vyzdobenej flaute
som stúpajúcej lune hral.

No prikryla sa obláčikom
luna, keď som ju rozžialil.

Vtedy som obrátil zrak k hore —
piesne mi na um nezišli.

Akoby všetka radosť detstva
zhorela do tla ako dom.

Umrieť som zatúžil v tej chvíli
a zohol som sa k hladine.

Vtom žena v loďke po nej skĺzla
sťa odraz luny na vode.

Ak si to ona bude želať
a ak to luna dovolí,

postavím si dom celkom nový
v jej srdci plnom tajomstiev.


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