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Пет нас је било... бејасмо капетани...

Нас было пять… мы были капитаны…

Пет нас је било....бејасмо капетани
Возили смо корабље безумне,
Препловљени од нас били су океани,
Понос за Бога, ужас за људе разумне.

Далеке и загонетне стране
Нису нас привлачиле својим чарима.
Нама се свиђаху отворене ране,
И пожар неба, и тресак конопа по једрима.

Погледи наши јављаху олују,
Коју гледаш ал јој не знаш знамен.
И после смрти наша привиђења

Уздижу се ко подводни камен,
Ко и јуче грозном погибијом прете
Тражиоцу тајне среће клете.

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The ship

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A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

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The Gates of Paradise

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A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...