Konečná

              Muž z Tollundu

            ve svém tmavém šatu a vázance

            dělá docela dobrý dojem.

            Mohl by pobláznit kohokoli.

            Ale srdce, které bije,

            slzy, které se řinou,

            slova, která rdousí,

            s vidinou provazu,

             na sklonku dne,

             to všechno je moje.

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             Closure

             The Tollund man cuts quite a figure

             in his dark suit and tie. He´d have anyone fooled.

             But the heart that beats,

             the tears that well,

             the words that choke,

             envisaging the rope,

             at the end of the day,

             they are all mine.