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Gdy z nieprzejrzanej życia toni…

Когда из темной бездны жизни...

Gdy z nieprzejrzanej życia toni
Mój duch widzący mknął w przestrzenie,
Na pogrzebowej ceremonii
Brzmiało żałobnie błogie pienie.

I w zawodzeniu nieustannym
Nad trumną kłoniąc się wokoło
Żałobne całowały panny
Usta i blade moje czoło.

Pomny więc na szczęśliwe lata,
Ze świetlistego nieboskłonu
Wróciłem znów do granic świata
Ukoić miłość opuszczoną.

Kwiatami napełniłem niwy,
Przejrzystym blaskiem śpiewne zdroje,
By pocałunek ludziom żywym
Oddały wonne usta moje.

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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 ...

Me and You

Yes I know, me and you - we aren't alike, / I have come from far away soils, / And it's not the guitar I like, / It's the sound of violent tonsils. / / Its not for the buildings or roads / Not for the dresses or fashion - / I spell out my poems for dragons, / For the clouds, ...


Today I can see that your look is especially sad / And your arms are especially fragile, as if made of chaff. / Listen, my dear: far away, by the shores of Lake Chad, / Roams the exquisite giraffe. / / It was granted the gift of proportion, voluptuous grace, / And its skin is adorned wi...

Sixth Sense

Fine the wine that loves us, / Good bread baked for our sakes / And the women who torment and tease / Yet please us and in the end let us take them. / / But what do we do with the red / Hue of sunset that lets the sky grow cold / With blue in a still, strange serenity? / What to do ...

The Streetcar That Lost Its Way

While walking down a strange street / I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, / Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute - / Here came a streetcar flying past. / / How I managed to leap to its step / Is beyond me - even in the bright / Daylight it spewed behind itself / In the atmosph...