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    Латышский (Latviešu)
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Aiz zārka

Там, где похоронен старый маг…

Pazemē ir paslepena grota,
Augsti slietas kapenes tur gaida –
Lucifera ugunīgā rota,
Apkārt klejo izvirtules slaidas.

Nomirsi tu nezināms vai slavens,
Atnāks nāve, acīs ielūkosies,
Kaulaina un apnicīga nāve
Divatā ar tevi projām dosies.

Aiznesīs pa gaiteņiem un placi,
Aiznesīs uz apakšzemes alu,
Un ar izvalbītām, stikla acīm
Redzēsi, ka nav šim sapnim gala.

Un kad būsi kapenēs jau iekšā,
Sapņojot par paradīzes godiem,
Pēkšņi ieraudzīsi savā priekšā
Padauzu ar asiem pērļu zobiem.

Saldi grēciniece tuvāk kļausies,
Bezgalīgi ļauniem skūpstiem bučos,
Ne vairs kustēt varēsi, ne bļausi...
Tas būs viss. Un turpināsies mūžos.

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