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Remus and Romulus went up a hill...

Основатели

Remus and Romulus went up a hill,
The hill was mute and wild.
Romulus said "Here will be the City",
Remus added "that shines"

Romulus said "The grace of the stars
Blessed our past we forgot".
Remus said: "What passed is the past,
The glorious future we've got".

"Here'll be the Circus", the first brother
Said, "and our house, open to all".
"Let's move the tombs," said then another
"Closer to our new home".

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Founders
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Fondontoj
  • Азербайджанский
    Камал Абдулла
    Banilər

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