• Язык:
    Румынский (Română)
Источник:

Rugăciune

Молитва

Soare furios, soare ameninţând
A Domnului faţă înnebunită,
Plutind prin spaţiu;
Soare, arde prezentul
În numele viitorului,
Dar fii milostiv cu trecutul!

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    Prayer
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Молитва
  • Итальянский
    Амедео Анелли
    Preghiera
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    Prière
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури
    ვედრება
  • Румынский
    Мария Елена Киндя
    Rugă

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