You smelled like lemons | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Pachniałeś cytrynami,
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Wiktoria Stefaniszyn
You smelled like lemons,
sunny Spain,
the joy of the morning.
Now it's only Kraków, as much as Kraków.
The horse-drawn carriage is still standing there.
sunny Spain,
the joy of the morning.
Now it's only Kraków, as much as Kraków.
The horse-drawn carriage is still standing there.
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