Agnieszka Osiecka - W żółtych płomieniach liści

In the yellow flames of the leaves a birch burns away beautifully
December chases December, January knocks after January
Among the birds there is a stir, some are departing, some are staying
In the meadow they stand as if on a stage, will they survive, will they endure


And I too have often bade someone farewell and returned not the same
Though on my wrist there shone with a menace a silver band as if on a bird
And I too have often bade someone farewell, behind a cloud, behind a mountain, behind a road
And I too have often bade someone farewell, and I too have often bade farewell


And all the geese after the sentencing, won't live to see the Yule
Severed heads with a tear in their eye will wilt like flowers, which have wilted
But today the geese still proudly step in a final somnambulant contradance
Like fat duchesses, who proudly welcomed the coup, when it came


And I too have often welcomed someone, though my temples burned with shame
And I entrusted to The Lord God that, which still burns the memory
And I too have often welcomed someone, behind a cloud, behind a mountain, behind, a road
And I too have often welcomed someone, and I too have often welcomed


In the clearing there burns a fire, a caterpillar perishes by accident
And with the caterpillar, my dear Fellow, my miserable heart, heavily laden with sickness
But pity not the heart, what for need I flowers, oranges
I will yet unwhirl with The Spring, and with The Spring take to the dance


And I too have often bade someone farewell and returned not the same
Though on my wrist there shone with a menace a silver band as if on a bird
And I too have often bade someone farewell, behind a cloud, behind a mountain, behind a road
And I too have often bade someone farewell, and I too have often bade farewell