• Язык:
    Белорусский (Беларуская)



Той, хто вежу стварае, сарвецца
Будзе лёт той страшэнным, на дне
Ў самай бездані ён апынецца
І вар'яцтва сваё пракляне.

Той, хто нішчыць, расьціснуты лёсам
Будзе енчыць, прыйшоўшы ў тупік,
І, пакінуты ўсімі, Нябёсам
Накіруе пакутлівы крык.

Той, хто прыйдзе ў пячоры начныя,
Да затокаў ракі, у лясах
Стрэне зрэнкі пантэры, якія
Наганяюць мітрэнгу ды жах.

Не схавацца, няма паратунку
Ад таго, што рыхтуе нам Лёс
Толькі права на ўласную думку
Не залежыць ад волі Нябёс.

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    The Choice
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    The Choice
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
  • Иврит
    Рита Коган
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
  • Украинский
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  • Французский
    Серж Фошеро
    Le choix

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