• Язык:
    Чешский (Čeština)

Kanzona první


Vykřikl hromovým hlasem

v ospalou modrou tmu

rudý, pematý oheň

na dvoře u domu.

Vítr volný a milý

přiletěl s měsíce,

šlehá, až to bolí,

tišinu na líce.

Na skále jitřenka svěží

v šatě červeném

lačné obláčky krmí

z jantaru ječmenem.

V tu chvíli na svět jsem přišel,

umru zas s úsvitem.
Proto jsem cestu k dobru

nenašel v životě svém.

Proto smělými rety

tu jednu líbám tak rád,

tu, s kterou nemusím nikdy

do výšin odlétat.

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  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
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