...- yellowed envelopes, juvenile dreams ... | final version
translated poem:
- pożółkłe koperty, młodzieńcze marzenia...
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bronmus45
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(-) perfume friends bring back memories
our dozen years ago, our love of ours
very jealous in every corner of it
she did not even allow herself to think about it
to be betrayed
You were for me - I am an icon to you
enchanted in holiness with the heat of days and nights
fate so cruel in its imperious power
he turned everything upside down
- today hell is a chasm between us (-)
.
(-) perfume friends bring back memories
our dozen years ago, our love of ours
very jealous in every corner of it
she did not even allow herself to think about it
to be betrayed
You were for me - I am an icon to you
enchanted in holiness with the heat of days and nights
fate so cruel in its imperious power
he turned everything upside down
- today hell is a chasm between us (-)
.
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