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Šiandieną nežinomas laivas atskriejo…

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Siandiena nezinomas laivas atskriejo
Ir inkara ismete prie mus krantu,
Mes matem, kaip purpuras irklu blyksejo,
Mes juoka girdejom ir triuksma kardu.

Pipiru, cinamono, kailiu panteru
Ir krovini sunku brangiu akmenu,
Ir viska, i ka taip sirdis pasinerus,
Liuciferis atveze mums dovanu.

Ilgai svarstem mes, kas jis - priesas ar
draugas,
Bet stai kapitonas atejo pas mus,
Ir dege kaip anglys jo akys nejaukios,
Ir rastas kamzioles mirgejo nuozmus.

Mes paskui ji ejom lyg isimyleje,
Stebuklu istroskus minia eme gaust,
Bet pateris, senas ir sventas, ispejo
Mus, tares, kad jis yra priesas dangaus.

Kad teismas baisus, paskutinis arteja,
Kad melstis pries gala reiketu karstai,
Bet mes siom paikybemis nepatikejom
Ir zilaji kvaili nuvijom uz tai.

Sugrizo jis lusnon tarp krumu alyvu,
Palydimas burio balandziu baltu,
O mes vel linksmyben panirom kas gyvas,
Linksmon beprotyben, apkvaite turtu.

Burmistru padareme savaji svecia -
Karaliaus seniai neberinkome mes -
Ir dievinom stota jo, judru ir grazu,
Akiu jo zaibuojanciu juodas gelmes.

Mes stateme bokstus galingus, triuksmingus
Ir ispuosem miesta kaip rumus kokius,
Tik zilojo kvailio namelis vargingas
Alyvu akligatvy liko kuklus.

Jis - priesas auksines puikios karalystes,
Triuksmingoje puotoj jis - riksmas gailus,
Nenorintis nuodemen zengti ir klysti,
Zilasis maistautojas prislege mus.

Nereikia liudeti, uztenka jau bliauti!
Nuplaukime sirdis, ir sielvartas zus!
Siandiena keliausim alyvu israuti,
Baidysim sauksmais ir grumstais balandzius.


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