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Otulona popiołową szatą,
Czuła, blada, w oczach tkliwy blask.
Wcześniej ukazywał cię nie taką
Skowyt fanfar i bitewny wrzask.

Wyglądałaś na złocisto-pijaną,
Obnażając roziskrzoną pierś.
Otulona mglisto-krwawą pianą
Pod niebiosa wszystkich chciałaś wznieść.

Jak strzegącej boskich praw Astrei
Przenikliwy był twój dziwny wzrok,
Szybciej mknęła krew siecią arterii,
Mocy nabierały mięśnie rąk.

Choć ty niegdyś całkiem inna byłaś,
Echem marzeń rozpoznaję cię.
Ty do raju pieśnią mnie wabiłaś,
Wiem, że kiedyś tam spotkamy się.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Руперт Мортон
    Death
  • St. Sol
    Death
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
    Halál

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