• Язык:
    Польский (Polska)

Odbicie gór

Отраженье гор

W sercu radość i serce swawolne.
W małej łódce, leciutkiej jak puch,
Fala życzeń unosi mój duch
Od świtania po zorze wieczorne.

Zakochałem się w odbiciu gór
Z gładzi jezior sięgają do chmur.
Przedtem były tysiące przykrości,
Serce biło się w piersi jak ptak

I pragnęło nieznanych wolności
I pragnęło… a teraz i tak
Zakochałem się w odbiciu gór,
Z gładzi jezior sięgają do chmur.

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