Author of quotes: Adam Mickiewicz

Shame and sorrow for cute - jewelry,
But if the conscience of the cruel confusion
Under them lies, goading your chest,
What is your sorrow, your shame to me, dear,
You disappoint me, blushing and sighing.
Imperfect, but happy either.

Funny yesterday we said good-bye to you:
Its called you. And, as if inspired,
Today I went to see you, happy and in love.
To hear a lovely laugh, to see the eyes live.

Poetry! Where's the passion, where the power of your past?
Sing, but for whom? But where is she?
So hears the Nightingale scented the night,the darkness,
And under the earth, one running stream, weeping.

Tell Me, Poetry! Where brush your alive?
Want to write, but the heat and the heart and mind
So weak, like the rhythm and sound of his prison,
Where through the bars the idea is not to know reading.

Blackened ridges of the mountains, in the valleys the night is blind,
As if half asleep murmuring streams in the dark;
Night song of flowers - breathing roses in the gardens
Silent music floats, smelling.

In a crowd of peers, I was singing love, sometimes;
In one met admiration, reproach and laughter in another:
"Always love, longing, you're always on your!
To the poet - like fantasies enough"

Where the Golden that age, does not know sorrow,
When gave you beauties, hi
For a festive outfit, for a bouquet of wildflowers,
And SWAT pigeon youngsters were sent to you?
Now cheap century, but the road you steel.

Do you drive? Il extinguished flame of your heart?
It was not. Or moral fault?
But you with others. Or I free foreplay does not stand?

And may every moment with me
You will remember a word, though the movement
So below the line, in your imagination,
You called me out of the darkness of the night!

Good day, ascend, grant us the light of heaven
And people oserei their life work joint,
Good night. cover lovers rush.

Barely I'll go in, sit down to it - call!
Knocking at the door a lackey, - surely the visitors?
Yes, it's a guest, and now - the bows, the conversations...
Gone, but hell the other on the doorstep!
The traps would be for them to sort the roads,
Wolf would dig holes, of no use all the gates!..
Can it be true you cannot be saved from their cursed pack?
Oh, if I scoot to the edge of the universe could!

So nice to be a guest, listen to my advice:
Don't just barge into the house uninvited report
That know it all: that the bread were hit by hail,
Greece - a revolt, but somewhere there was a Banquet.

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!

I experienced love, it seemed unearthly,
Burned and grieved, shed tears without end.
And now it went, I do not remember, do not grieve, -
You happiness has descended into a sad world of the singer.