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Z miest bežal som, kde rastie les…

Я в лес бежал из городов…

Z miest bežal som, kde rastie les,
v samote skryť sa pred davom,
k modlitbe spínam ruky dnes,
chystám sa plakať vzlykavo.

Sám so sebou som a je už čas,
keď potrebujem si oddýchnuť.
Nemilosrdný, slepý jas
mi zjedol mozog, spálil hruď.

Som lotor, hriešna nádoba,
Boh bojovať mi silu dal,
ľúbil som pravdu národa,
no rozšliapal som ideál…

Bojovať som však neskúsil,
sťa otroka ma premkol strach
a so slovami «nemám síl»
som zhasil plameň svojich snáh.

Som lotor, hriešna nádoba,
odpusť mi, Bože na nebi,
a duši v mojich útrobách
tiež odpusť, nech ťa velebí…

Sú ľudia, ktorým planie zrak,
ktorí chcú dobro, a nie zlo,
tým odovzdaj svoj svätý znak —
boj pre nich je vždy lákadlo.

Jedinú prosbu, Bože, mám,
pomôž mi v mojom súžení,
pre chorú dušu prosíkam
o pokoj nezaslúžený.


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The ship

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Giraffe

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The Gates of Paradise

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A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...