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It smelled like earth cool.
Salt of flowers with flower petals
Beneath the head
And a broken-up small brother
A chilly morning in the grove
The first rays snuck in
Like a baby cutout.
They're sweeping through the forest
Bark not like bark
In her resin she's sunk
Natural Animal Map
She sleeps in the odor of her stuck
I lay under the bush.
Raspberries
So covered in grass poppy
That I smelled roses
Lullaby and jump rope
And he plays "Zoska" with this baby
In the suburb of Pohulanka
Lvovian moments my innocent
The castle in the sun the tall
And Łychakowska Street
On the Hetmanian Magpie Walls
Cat head Zamarstynowska
The large Theatre of Diabla Mountain
And he plays a “gall” in Stryski Park
It's a hay-filled peasant car.
And Paris' fair charm
And Hasidic outfits
Baby in flower scarves
Loaded
And milk bubbles.
And Kaźmierzowska Street
From the Elizabethan gap the tower
And Brigids in the Grief of Trouble
In dead windows, teeth grin
On the Sistian bomb hole
That's how this street changed.
That the mobile peasant car
In Florian, she woke me up.
I've already sailed all the seas.
I've already sailed all the seas
And I've toured the land.
With a ribbon of gold, the sun was shining
And the windy currents swept away
The sun was ally with its brilliance
The golden light of the heavenly sculptures
Then go ahead and cry again.
Cuddled in the odor of a young willow
I ran from the borders of the goldfield
After the wheat pear arrogant with the ear
Green-flowered field carpet
He's been surviving his life with fate.
And so I arrived at the ceremony
I came here with Lviv.
And I loved more than anything
Two cities – Lviv my with Krakow
I received 2 cities in a gift
And which is more beautiful
Or the Lions' Cathedral of Dreams
Or royal graves?
One city sleeps bloody
The second in its bloom
One abandoned city
Second in his zenith
And these 2 cities are far away
A mile of marina
One doesn't grow anymore.
And longing to be stained
I think we'll make it someday.
Two cities connect
I guess there's nothing simpler.
How 2 Hearts Connect
And a lyrical song of hum
My thought of Lviv
But I'll never give up
You beautiful Krakow
And erstwhile I enter the universe
It's a choir of stars that will tell me
Like a bird in the sky
With my hands I'll bind you to Kraków
I won't be the dust of the golden glow
A moon that turns into stars
And love erstwhile it comes to dawn
♪ You'll put your hands together ♪ ♪ My Kraków ♪
I'll be invisible in my hat
And my heart will tell me
Singing my farewell hymn
With my hands I'll bind you to Kraków
It's specified a city...
There is specified Polish land
Which were turned into barracks
There is simply a city of Polish land
In which millions were prayed
First they were bathed
Then the orchestras played the wind
Then they were dressed again.
In striped outfits delighted
You've got your hair done.
In the teeth of his mustache
They were playing hide and seek
The Lives of a Passed Man
But it was funny.
Usually involving B-cyclone
Who was out of the law
Living beings to Saron
Like a stone silent in its mind
Like harvest ears that have been mowed
The coffins were buried in another coffin.
With the smoke of their bodies prayed
First, they were buried in sand
Later, trained dogs howled
Then the laughter turned.
When the subhumans were frying
Sometimes it was interlaced.
One goi with a 3rd Jew
It's just a jump rope.
Just a dance with Juden
Then after many years
The barracks stood as they stood
They no longer thought of their executioners
The museums turned into museums.
And there were many people
Some with stars others with a cross
And they were amazed that the redhead
The girl was besides a cross here
They took a crap out of everything anyway.
In the foolishness of human prayer
That the stars were crossed
Or the another way around.
First they were sprinkled with sand
Then they prayed again.
Late in the barracks, they were scattered
And they were turned into dumps
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Freedom was trampled again
In Smolensk black forest
Inhuman hostile land
April was tried
No tribute allowed
♪ In the morning ♪
This place is the back of your head.
On bloody September at dawn
Mom, you were with me.
When a treacherous shot fell
And he grew Polish blood
A cruel land called
Mother for Polish land
The blood spilled
My eyes were dark.
Mom, it's time for anger.
It's been years again.
And again the enemy at the gate
Despair and anger are tied
The next “Polish miracle”.
So Polish open your eyes
In the traitors of the homeland weapons
What on Inhuman Earth
She shot at the Polish temple
Aleksander Szumański 29 April 2010
WAWEL WEARS HISTORIA...
Wawel tears history
In those hearts we want
Love called the Victoria people
When in Piłsudski he looked at the side
And he came to soothe himself
What's already been dreamt
And he would come over your grave
The people were no longer looking the another way
Faithfulness and Power
She's already filled with tears.
The Queen was with you.
So look from Poland to Mother
Because she was always with you.
Just like your unintelligible land
You're both under cover.
Bread and wine with holy power
THE president OF THE REPUBLIC
ON THE DAY OF WAVE’S DEATH
April 18, 2010
Aleksander Szumanski with his wife
