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W niebiesiech

В небесах

Z niebios spuścił się dnia złoty trap,
Niedźwiedzica-noc wpadła w rozpacz.
Dogoń książę ją, dogoń i złap,
Zarzuć arkan, do siodła przytrocz!

Zarzuć arkan, do siodła przytrocz
I zaprowadź w błękitny pałac,
Niedźwiedzicy-nocy krew utocz,
Niech to zrobi twój Pies, nie czekając.

Zębiskami Pies wczepia się w sierść,
Jest odważny, na wskroś dzielny chwat,
Swą zwierzęcą zachował on złość,
Do niedźwiedzi ma wstręt z dawnych lat.

Nie ocali swój łeb na ten raz,
Do zdechnięcia pozostał jej mig,
Żeby w niebie spokojnie się pasł
Koziorożec i Baran, i Byk.

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A dream

I woke up and moaned with a shudder, / My nightmare haunts me again: / You were still in love with another, / And he caused you anguish and pain. / / I escaped my house in the darkness - / Thus a killer runs from a block, / Watched and mocked by shadowy lanterns - / Hungry wild beas...

You will recall me

You will recall me - likely, more than once, / And you'll recall my world, both strange and dreamy, / The funny world where songs and fires dance, / And yet - the only one that's not deceiving. / / It could have been your chosen world as well. / Perhaps it was too much for you, too litt...

The Cross

Card after card lied to me, lied and lied, / and even wine no longer helped. / Cold March stars hung pale, / anxious, outside the window. / / Coldly mad, in crazy passion, / I felt the game was dream. / "I bet everything in the bank, all of it!" I shouted. / And I lost. / / I l...


They have crowded around me - why? - like thieves / in the dark, in the quiet suburban dark. / Like sinister hawks, like sullen hawks, / they have come for some cruel vengeance. / / Hope left. Dream ran. / Anxiety pried open my eyes / and as though on a ghostly slate / I read my wor...

A Ballad

Lucifer my friend gave me five horses / and one gold ruby ring, / for me to go down, down into the ground, / for me to see the sky's young face. / / My horses beat their hooves, snorted, begged / to gallop like birds all over the earth, / and I believed the sun's light burned for me, ...

The Turkey

In the morning of my unsure memory / I recall a many-coloured meadow, / where ruled a haughty / turkey, adored by me. / / He was malicious and free, / his beak crimson as fire / and he was sharply scornful / of my four years. / / Neither chocolate, nor caramels, / nor pineapp...