• Язык:
    Литовский (Lietuviškai)
Источник:
  • Весна поэзии, 1990. – Вильнюс, 1990.

Baladė

Баллада

Dovanojo Liuciferis man ristunus penkis
Ir dar zieda auksini, kur rubinas brangus,
Kad galeciau i gilia bedugne nuskrist,
Kad akims atsivertu jaunas tyras dangus.

Prunkste, trype kanopomis mano zirgai,
Aplankyt tolimiausius  krastus kviesdami,
Ir maniau as, kad saule vienam man ilgai
Svies, kaip ziedas auksinis brangia akimi.

Daug ugniniu dienu, daug zvaigzdetu naktu
As klajojau begale bekraste zeme,
Asjuokiausi is siausmo zirgu nelemtu
Ir gerejausi ziedo auksinio zaisme.

Sviete proto virsune zutim ledine,
Bet as perliejau zirgus rimbu, kad greiciau
Jie uznestu i sita virsune mane,
Liudno veido mergaite tenai pamaciau.

Josios balsas skambejo uz smuika tyliau,
Keistas  zvilgsnis tai vijo, tai kviete vardu,
Ir menulio mergaitei as zieda daviau
Uz netikra seseli kasu palaidu.

Ir kvatodamas skardziai, prakeikes mane,
Atidare Liuciferis man i tamsa duris,
Dave sestaji zirga, pasodino balne,
Susnabzdejo i ausi: vardas jo Liudesys.


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