Aga Zaryan - To jedno & Grzegorz Turnau

The valley and above it in the colors of the autumn woods.
The traveler arrives, the map led him here,
Or maybe the memory.
Once upon a time, in the sun,
When the first snow fell, driving through here
He had fun, strong, without cause,
Joy eye.
Everything was rhythm
Moving the trees, a bird in flight,
Train on the viaduct, holiday traffic.
He returns years later, does not demand anything.
He wants only one, precious things:
Be very clean looking with no name,
Without expectations, fears and hopes,
At the border, where the self ends and not-self.
Everything was rhythm
Moving the trees, a bird in flight,
Train on the viaduct, holiday traffic.
Everything was rhythm
Moving the trees, a bird in flight,
Train on the viaduct, holiday traffic.
Everything was rhythm
Everything was rhythm
Everything was rhythm
Everything was rhythm
Everything was rhythm
Everything was rhythm
Everything was rhythm

Czesław Miłosz