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In the skies

В небесах

Days have flashed in the golden inflame,
And she-bear was fleeing at night,
Overtake her, prince, overtake,
Lasso her, to the saddle her try.

Lasso her, to the saddle her try
To strap, in the blue tower at home
Point out at she-bear-night
To your giant Herculean dog.

Strangleholds her fatally dog,
He is vicious, cunning, and brave
In his bestial rage he is strong,
Notably for the bears' blood craves.

She will have no escape from that dog,
She will finally die in his jaws,
In the skies, so that easily browse
Taurus, Aries and Capricorn.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    St. Sol
    In The Sky
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    W niebiesiech
  • Французский
    Ирис Виртуалис
    Au cieux

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