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Death

Смерть

Gentle, pale, in ashen-white attire
Thou appeared with caressing eyes.
Thou was different when I met thee prior
In swords' clang, in trumpet battle cries.

And thou seemed to be a golden-drunk who,
Having bared a sparkling breast in spate,
In the midst of bloody war fog, cut through,
Making way to gracious Heaven's gate.

All thy gazes were as deep and wondrous,
As Astrea's ever thirsty looks,
And the blood ran faster through veins boundless,
And arm muscles powered stronger hooks.

Even though thou's different now, still I can
Recognize thee from my past dream slice,
Since thou beckoned me with song from Heaven,
I shall meet with thee in Paradise.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Руперт Мортон
    Death
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
    Halál
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Śmierć

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