• Язык:
    Польский (Polska)

Wieczór

Вечер

Kolejny niepotrzebny dzień,
Wspaniały, jednak nadmiarowy!
Przychodźże, pieszczotliwy cień
I duszy niewyraźnej zmień
Ubiór, na ornat swój perłowy.

I ty przyszedłeś... Gonisz stąd
Złowieszcze ptaki - smutki moje.
O, nocy, twardo trzymasz rząd,
Wbrew tobie trudno iść pod prąd,
Bo władczo brzmią sandały twoje!

Na ziemię cisza spada z gwiazd,
Lśni księżyc - jak klejnoty twoje,
Znów widzę we śnie inny świat,
To Ziemi Obiecanej szmat —
Łzami zroszone szczęście moje.

Другие переводы:

  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
    Az este
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Večer

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Love

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