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Svetima Jums mano gimtinė…

Я и Вы

Svetima Jums mano gimtinė,
Ir, žinau, aš  Jums ne pora,
Man patinka zurna laukinė,
O ne liūdinti gitara.

Ir ne ponų pilnuos salonuos
Savo rankraščius aš vartau,
Debesims, kriokliams ir drakonams
Aš eilėraščius nuolat skaitau.

Mėgstu tarsi arabas klajūnas
Prie šaltinio priklapt ir gert,
Ir nemėgstu kaip riteris liūdnas
Į žvaigždes žiūrėti ir verkt.

Ir numirsiu aš ne notaro
Arba gydytojo akyse,
O kokiam nors plyšy, ko gero,
Kur voraninkliai ir tamsa,

Kad nueičiau ne rojun, kur akys
Pasidžiaugs angelėliais baltais,
O tenai, kur plėšikai it vagys
Arba kekšės žadins rytais.

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