Adam Mickiewicz. (№ 326264)

I'm sad, honey! Really you should
Ashamed of the past and chasing memories?
Can it be true your soul for all of your suffering
The devastating anguish doomed?
Il that was your involuntary fault
What gave you the confused eyes of recognition,
I trusted you honor without hesitation
And his durability was convinced?
Always alone, always enclosed by walls,
With loving lust, with crazy dreams
Long we fought but wasn't strong enough.
All the altars now I will pour tears,
Not in order to sin the Creator forgive me.
But to me your repentance not revenge!