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duathir.livejournal.comWith Head On My Rifle
I hear at nights, as it getting closer
trembling and playing, the ring is closing
And i was sculptured by fast stream
I was swinged in clouds cradle
And to me it were wide waters
carried by birds
of wild elder; the fertile clouds
were to me as mother's smile
The slow ring day and night is rounding
with blade cutting close to my lips,
and to me, as to others,
land was rising full, not empty
And to me after all, like pile of smoke
dove-like youthness springed out;
Now, on the ground of death i raise
me - wild son of my nation
The ring as with knife slowly cuts,
it will cut the light, before the day will pass
And I will sleep through the time of great sculpturing
with heavy head on my rifle;
Surrounded by chaos of events;
with sharp ring tore into two parts
I will throw my head against the wind as grenade
My torso will be crushed by time with heavy paw
Because it was shyness of life
And courage, when death was carried
You will have to die, when you loved
Great Things with Stupid Love
by Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski
( Original Polish: )
I hear at nights, as it getting closer
trembling and playing, the ring is closing
And i was sculptured by fast stream
I was swinged in clouds cradle
And to me it were wide waters
carried by birds
of wild elder; the fertile clouds
were to me as mother's smile
The slow ring day and night is rounding
with blade cutting close to my lips,
and to me, as to others,
land was rising full, not empty
And to me after all, like pile of smoke
dove-like youthness springed out;
Now, on the ground of death i raise
me - wild son of my nation
The ring as with knife slowly cuts,
it will cut the light, before the day will pass
And I will sleep through the time of great sculpturing
with heavy head on my rifle;
Surrounded by chaos of events;
with sharp ring tore into two parts
I will throw my head against the wind as grenade
My torso will be crushed by time with heavy paw
Because it was shyness of life
And courage, when death was carried
You will have to die, when you loved
Great Things with Stupid Love
by Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski
( Original Polish: )
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