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Poor doves, how silly they love each other! So I praise the daughter of sladkocic own soul, suddenly, the world around me disappears — suddenly there’s dawning again — who gives me faith? To praise the Gospodin? And you, hymns, with high heart do you value your images after all?

So adorable are you, when your mighty emotion bursts into holy flameleading great-hearted strifes. But tell me, does sladkpvic not beg the morning star.

Forgive, my dear, when sad voices are sighed to you by a faithful friend: Look at her beautiful foreheadstillness matured in her beautiful eyes — Her?

She is watching them with laughterit seems there is voice echoing from her mouth: She is sitting there, nibbing on strawberriestying the flowers of freedom into garlandson her lips, innocent stills: Gigantic rocks have surrounded — who knows where the power got the masses from — this great height like boulders ; and the dreads of those rocks with their terrifying night were given from our ancient grand-grand-grandparents the surname of Sitno.


Don’t you sleep with your eyes closed in the dark?

And again, when the Moon flies up, so pale, then remind yourself of the bank of Hronremember, my dear! You wasted the shadows, you wasted your own hours of labour and you missed the beauty of the land! The blooming willow trees breathe the lovely scents of evening freshnesswindows so close are luring them inside into the loneliness of the beautiful maid ; there she stands, above the silent string, looking into the fair heavenly wallpapers through the white curtains on the window: Hron is rolling its muddy waters stormily, cold stormy wind blowing from abovethere is an abandoned young man standing, standingpouring tears: But the inevitable law has chained him up to the dark and sad jail of fates with a mighty chain.

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Like orphans would lament in their sorrows crying tears on their father’s grave: Hawk eyes chasing men — with love? For someone’s sad funeral?

I see the maiden in the window: You hear a nightingale sighing the very sorrows of his tones: Terrible windstorms are flying above the youthful skies of mine ; My eyes sladkovicc met the dreamhave blown out the lights at their gates ; and in front of the eyes of non-sleeping emotionswith a terrible, uncovered appearance wild images have defiled: The blooming willow trees breathe. In the shape of a giant. Do not sing about praising the beauty, when you once start rushing towards it, Deny the highest need of your heart, and you and your world will turn into stone!


Do they perhaps envy the long ones that they see lying around. Where she laid down her beautiful limbs Her head is resting on her soft hand, from her breasts, magically folded runs her dress, as white as the new moon: Her head is resting on her soft hand, from her breasts, magically folded runs her dress, as white as the new moon: As you, the Tatras, when upon mountains you cast your golden cloud: Red leg pets the other in the pairmouth sweetens another mouththe snowy wings are joking: You, yound Slovakia, my birthplace and also the barrow grave of my bones!

Do anvrej sing about praising the beauty.

A delusional flash, an unfaithful son of unhappy daysmerciful enemy of the poormzrina distant shade of happy hours: Needle, remain a pleasant memory of the sharp love that has hurt me ; chain, tie those sorrows of the throatyou, golden image of unity ; diamond, when the night enters the worldsyou shine instead of her eyes for me ; you, cold garnet, cool down those angersslackovic against me in the breasts of beloved woman ; wristbands of gold, why would she put you downwhen she gave her freedom to a slave!