Erotic about Stanisław Żółkiewski
In the eyes of a glow, a flash.
I don't know what to call it.
Trembling my lips,
to say what I think.
Glory, glory, and worship,
The half-god's heart,
which connects to his wisdom,
to burn in the sky forever,
And the dusk of the universe will not extinguish it.
The pursuit is yet rewarded,
We are happy in our stability.











