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Au cieux

В небесах

Eclataient les beaux jours comme l'or,
S'enfuyait la vielle Ourse-la nuit.
Tu l'attrappes, mon prince, tu es fort,
Tu l'attaches a ta selle d'Ingouchie.

Tu l'attaches a ta selle d'Ingouchie,
Et ensuite, au palais de l'azur
Tu fais voir la vielle Ourse-la nuit
A ton Chien au regard de l'augure.

A ton Chien qui s'accroche et qui rale,
Qui attaque, qui mord, qui suffoque,
Il portait sa colere bestiale
Pour les ourses a travers les epoques.

Effaree et blottie dans son coin,
Defaillante, elle regarde s'allier
Aux celestes paturages divins
Capricorne, Taureau et Belier.

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