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DLA HARALDR-HUZAR

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IN WHISPERING WINDS OF WINDING WOODS…

Piast-Huzar sat by himself at the flames of the pyre that rested at the edge of the encampment. With bandura resting upon his lap, he composed a song that drifted over the frozen lake before him: a mournful lament that echoed in the valley, a remembrance for a friend...

 

 

Up on the mount, there’s no singing

Nearby the flame only cries

Echoes in the snow, past is lingering

Wind it blows on like a sigh

 

Up on the mount, there’s no dancing

Words too oft twist into lies

To press on is too daunting

But if you stay put you will die

 

Up on the mount, there’s no feasting

No bread nor much mead to provide

In my belly, there is singing

The dancing of my heart I must hide

 

Voices are heard in the valley

And blessed as I were, you by my side

Without your word can I sally

Too far from home for to ride

 

Voices are heard in the valley

And blessed as I were, you by my side

Without your word can I sally

Too far from home for to ride

 

 

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Yohan Valentin Kaczyn

 

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