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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

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