L. Kondraatowicz - Kruk.docx

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Kruk – piosenka litewska                                                                                                                                                                           Sponad lasu, sponad chmury,                                                                                                                                                                       Na dolinę sioła                                                                                                                                                                        Kruk się spuścił czarnopióry,                                                                                                                                        Na żer dziatwę woła.                                                                                                                                                                                                Ej! żerował gdzieś na grobie                                                                                                                                         Wpośród bojowiska:                                                                                                                                                                                                   Krwawą rękę trzyma w dziobie,                                                                                                                                     Na niej pierścień błyska!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             - „Czarny kruku! z jakiej strony                                                                                                                                                                                               Burze cię przygnała?                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Skąd ten pierścień pozłocony                                                                                                                                                                    I ta ręka biała?”                                                                                                                                                                                 - „Za górami, ej, dziewczyno!                                                                                                                                                                                                  Był tam bój nielada!                                                                                                                                                                                                     Krwi młodzieńczej rzeki płyną,                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Głów tysiącem pada!                                                                                                                                                                               Zakopuje lud roboczy                                                                                                                                                                                                            Bohaterskie głowy;                                                                                                                                                                                  Na mołojców orle oczy                                                                                                                                    Sypie żwir surowy.                                                                                                                                                                                            Po kurhanach, jak kopacze,                                                                                                                                            Wyją wilków stada,                                                                                                                                                                                I niejedna matka płacze,                                                                                                                                                                                  Na grób Pierami pada!”                                                                                                                                                                        Dziewczę jękiem pierś rozrywa,                                                                                                                                            Twarz we dłonie chow:                                                                                                                                                 - „Dodaż moja nieszczęśliwa!                                                                                                                                                                                                           Biednaż moja głowa!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Wiem już teraz kto zabity,                                                                                                                                                                         Czyja to dłoń biała:                                                                                                                                                                                              Jam ten pierścień złotolity                                                                                                                                                        Lubemu oddała!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1084                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

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