• Язык:
    Литовский (Lietuviškai)
Источник:

Kinija

Я верил, я думал

Ir susapnavau, kad jau man nebeskauda sirdies,
Ji Kinijos zemej nelyg porceliano varpelis
Sublyksi prie kupolo, skimbteli svelniai isties
Stai virtines gerviu virs pagodos plaukia pro sali.

Liesute mergyte pusta rausvo silko suknia
Su issiuvinetom vapsvom ir lelijom tai dausos
Drakonu, ji sedi be zado po spalio spalva auksine,
Parietusi kojas tykaus tilindziavimo klausos.


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