• Язык:
    Литовский (Lietuviškai)
Источник:
  • Шяурес Атеней. – Виильнюс, 2011. № 16 (1034). – С. 7.

Dar ne kartà taip bus, nes vis tæsiame mes...

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Dar ne kartà taip bus, nes vis tæsiame mes
Tylø mûðá ir mirtinà ryðá.
Ðtai ir ðiandien iðsiþadi vëlei manæs,
O rytoj paklusni tu sugráði.

Taigi nesistebëk, mano drauge nuoþmi,
Mano prieðe, karðta nuo glamoniø,
Kad aistringas glëbys degins mus ugnimi,
Kraujà jausime buèinio skony.

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