My love! I'm in front of you.
Take me into your blissful dreams.
Just don't make an obedient slave,
Do not deceive and do not vow wings!
Don't let the world come together like a wedge,
And don't dream what I'm living for.
Grant me over the poplar path
of the heavy sun ancient mace.
Don't let me get tangled up in the little things,
Don't trade it for road spots,
For the bones will turn in the tombs
of my bitter and proud great-grandfathers.
And they had love like I did,
And the world darkened them with love.
And their women grabbed their stirrups,
But what can you do, only to the gate.
And there, and there... The fierce cry of battle
and the ringing of swords until the third spring...
My love! I'm in front of you.
Take me into your blissful dreams.
About the Creator
Olaf Podolski
Married, have two children and beautiful wife. I've been working at Autoplovykla for three years, the best carwash in Lithuania. I love my wife, reading, German car brands and Polish icecream. Think that poetry makes people better.
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