Buldog - Mieszkańcy

Scary apartments. In scary apartments
terribly live scary townspeople.
It creeps up walls with mold and smoke
Winter terror, dark dying.

Mumble from morning. They babble, rave,
That it is rain, that it is expensive, that it is that that.
They come a little, sit a little,
And it's all specter. And all the phantom.

They'll check the time, check the pockets
The tie will graze, the flaps will drape
And with a dignified step from the apartments - to the ground,
So known, so round.

And here they go, tightly fastened,
They look to the right, they look to the left.
And looking - they see everything s e p a r a t e l y:
That the house ... that Stasiek ... that the horse ... that the tree ...

The newspapers hold their fingers like paste
And they chew, they chew on a pulp,
Until, bloated with paper,
Their stuffed heads swell up thickly.

And again they say Ford ... that cinema ...
That God ... that Russia ... radio, sports, war ...
The monstrous nonsense grows in layers,
And in the jungle of events, ghosts flow.

The head is bloated and heavier
Towards evening they hang blindly.
They crawl under the beds, the thief sniffs,
I rub my head against the cool potties.

And they will check pockets and tickets again,
Trousers on buttocks,
Reverend property, sacred acquisitions,
Your own, exclusive, overworked.

Then they pray: "from sudden death ...
... from war ... hunger ... rest "
And they fall asleep with their mouths on their chests
Terrible townspeople in terrible apartments.

* the author is Julian Tuwim.