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La Casa

Дом

La casa dove giocavo da bambino
è stata divorata dal fuoco implacabile.

Sono salito su una nave dorata,
per dimenticare il mio dolore.

Suonavo per la luna sublime
un flauto mirabilmente adorno.

Ma una nube leggera ha coperto
la luna, da me rattristata.

Allora mi sono girato verso la montagna,
ma i canti non mi venivano in mente.

Pareva che tutte le gioie dell'infanzia
fossero bruciate nella casa devastata.

E mi è venuta voglia di morire,
mi sono chinato verso l'acqua.

Ma una donna su una barca è guizzata
come il secondo riflesso della luna.

E se lei lo desidererà
e se la luna lo consentirà,

Mi costruirò una casa nuova
nel suo cuore recondito. 

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    Майя Журавель
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  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Dom

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