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Тебе, любимый! Стихииз Польши от человека, который тебя тоже обожает.....зовут ее Дорота Козар (29 лет)
Sweet Idea, never easy,
glass fullfilled with to-morrow,
I’m in love with your eyes beaming
yet so full of thoughts and sorrow.
Not your are the larks in heaven,
not your is the smell of land,
not your is the speech of river,
nor the warmth of stone and sand.
Sweet Idea, dissillusioned,
your is night to ever carry,
your is path the most severe,
for the Earth the luck to earn.
For you are the Priest of Sake,
sung in songs of darkest hours,
for you are the Bird of Mend,
Cloud of Heaven full of showers.
Sweet Idea, over-tested,
oh! Not your is earthly treasure,
not your are the earthly honours
but remorses over-measured.
For you are the predestined
to be passed by joy and blisses,
and you’re born just to be gifted
to the future of your issues.
You will bring the common gladness
‘cross the ice and sea and sand,
other people fortunes’ handler,
whom the Lot for us has meant.
Написано в 1991 году...
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