A noiseless night; as still as death;
impenetrable darkness all around...
Here, by the door, with bated breath
I wait, a stone in hand, with no sound.
The sightless mind; the wretched ghost
is wondering hopeless through the night.
I wait for him, and when he shows
I'll smash his head and take to flight.
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Пейо Яворов - "Безмълвна нощ"
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