Úľ/The bee hive


V plnom prúde sa dotknem leta
v hlave bzučiaci úľ
čo tupo bolí

snažím sa ohýbať stvoly

Chceli by ma zožať
čakajú na sladké plody
ale iba šumí les

v ktorom som stratila cestu


In the very flow of the summer
there is a buzzing hive in my head
hurting bluntly

I am trying to bend my spikes

They would like to mow me
waiting for the sweet fruit
But the woods are humming

The ones I lost my path in

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