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Nie, nic się nadal nie zmieniło...

Нет, ничего не изменилось…

Nie, nic się nadal nie zmieniło
W przyrodzie pełnej zwykłych spraw,
Lecz wszystko dziwnie rozjarzyło
Pięknem niewysłowionych barw.

I w takiej formie, przemienionej,
Odpłynie ludzkie życie stąd,
By je z ciemności niezmierzonej
Mógł wezwać Bóg na Wieczny Sąd.

Wiedz moja dumna, ukochana,
Że ty jedyna, tylko ty,
Miedzianowłosa, śnieżnobiała
Zmieniłaś mnie na kilka chwil.

Ty uśmiechnęłaś się, kochana
I nie pojęłaś w tamten dzień,
Jak pięknie lśnisz, choć nieprzejrzana
Zgęstniała wokół ciebie czerń.

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We are handsome, we are mighty…

We are handsome, we are mighty, / Kings of Kingdoms full of youth, / Like the clouds we are flying / Over mirages and truth. / / As a start, we'll raise a temple, / In eternal dance and song, / Let us take a heady purple / In the windows at a dawn. / / Windows in irradiation /...


In corridors dead-locked and halls like the deserts / Hilarious masks today gathered together, / With flowers the chambers entwined and the closets / Wild dances have stormed like the autumnal weather. / / The Moons with the dragons have wandered embracing, / The vases Chinese trashed a...

The games

Council's kind, on a bloody arena / for the third day the games are not over, / and completely got crazy hyenas, / breathe with ancient spite anacondas. / / And the elephants, bears and tigers / drunk of blood, battlers ready for sparrings, / bull is strong and experienced fighter - /...

My Thoughts

Why did they come to me my thoughts together? / Like thieves at night in gloomy dusk of suburbs, / Like kites they grim and sinister, they whether / are here for the vengeance fierce and savage? / / The hope has left, the dreams have fleed forever, / My eyes have opened in a great excit...

In the skies

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....


Out at sea, at noon, / sparks dance and the sun glows, / and the bird that's flown too far / sobs with speechless eyes. / / The green sea lured her out, / covered her eyes with mist, / and now she must fly and fly / to the end, high over the silent sea. / / Whimsical whirlwinds...