• Язык:
    Итальянский (Italian)
Источник:

Preghiera

Молитва

Sole feroce, sole maligno,
di Dio che vaga negli spazi,
muso folle,

sole, brucia il presente
nel nome del futuro,
ma abbi pietà del passato!

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    Prayer
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Молитва
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    Prière
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури
    ვედრება
  • Румынский
    Мария Елена Киндя
    Rugă
  • Лео Бутнару
    Rugăciune

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