• Язык:
    Венгерский (Magyarul)
Источник:
  • Baka István Alapítvány

Dél

Юг

Békét sugárzó kedvesemrõl,
Ki rabul ejtve megigézett,
A legszebbrõl, legékesebbrõl
Cseveg ma vélem a természet.

Hõségben haldokló ligetbõl,
Szünetlenül, pitymallat óta,
A legékesebbrõl, legfényesebbrõl
Cirreg a mámoros kabóca.

Ha látom, part felé ezüstlõn
Tengeri tajték fut remegve, —
A legfényesebbrõl, legédesebbrõl
Emlékeim dalolnak egyre.

Vitorlát bont az éj, a mennybõl
Suhan le csöndesen-sötéten, —
A legédesebbrõl, legkedvesebbrõl
Álmodom én a déli éjben.


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    Тадеуш Рубникович
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