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    Польский (Polska)

Stary konkwistador

Старый конквистадор

Zapuszczając się w obcych gór twory,
Konkwistador zagubił się stary,
W dymnym niebie pławiły kondory,
Śnieżne czapy nad głową wisiały.

Osiem dni przyszło wieść głodne życie,
Konik zdechł, lecz pod wielkim wykuszem
Odkrył w miarę przytulne ukrycie,
By przy sobie wciąż mieć drogą tuszę.

Spędzał dnie przy uschniętym figowcu,
W pieśniach sławił słoneczną Kastylię,
We wspomnieniach znów był na żaglowcu,
Widział muszkiet, a czasem mantylę.

Arogancki był wciąż i spokojny,
Nie znał strachu, nie żywił też złości,
Przyszła śmierć i wojownik dostojny
Pozwał ją, by zgrała z nim w kości.

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The Word

In the days when the God eternal / Was declining face to the new world, / By the Word they stopped the sun’s inferno, / And destroyed the towns by the Word. / / And an eagle was falling at the ground, / Stars were backing to the moon in fright, / If, as made from orange flames...

The Giraffe

Today I can see your expression is especially sad, / And your arms that are hugging your knees so frail and fine, / But listen: somewhere far off by the distant lake Chad / An exotic giraffe roams about, adorned and refined. / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon /...

The Word

Long ago, when the world unfolded, / As Almighty God would drop His face, / With the word the burning sun was halted / And the cities would be laid to waste. / / And the eagle would be stopped from flying, / And the stars clung to the moon in fright, / If abruptly, like a scarle...

The Sixth Sense

How pleased we are by the entrancing wine / And by the bread that’s waiting in the oven, / And by the woman who can pacify / Our agonies in the delights of loving. / / But with the sunset’s color of a rose / Above the cool horizon of the sky - / What do we do with th...

The Giraffe

Today, I see, your gaze is particularly forlorn, / And your hands particularly thin, embracing your knees. / Listen: far away, far away, on Lake Chad, / A refined giraffe is roaming. / / His proportions are harmonious and his legs are long, / And a bewitching pattern adorns his ski...

Magic Violin

Darling boy, You are so merry, your smile is bright and clean, / Don't ask for this perfect happiness, poison for all our worlds... / You don't know, You don't know what defines this polish violin, / What secret horror hides in these initial accords. / / A someone who takes her body i...