Ewa Bem - Wschód słońca nad stadniną

Sun over the stud
The horse's mane hides his face .
Ribbon over the meadows
Even the fog lifts.
tense stand
Like an arrow, the trembling,
Before chord whiz
Again, to fly her rouse.

Horses, proud horses
Listening to the noise of grass.
Lightweight and free
As the clear sky bird.
When I look -
To run a tear.
I would like to get away from here,
I would scamper for his longing

Where shines the horizon,
Vibrates blue line
On the open gate of clouds,
Gray clouds.
Where in the forge of the sun
Day is a new,
Where sets the rhythm of the road,
Heart rhythm.

Horses, proud horses
In the glow of the rising day.
Sensitive and crazy -
Why do you love it?
Often bear,
Suffer like the wind.
Sometimes it happens
As a girl like a girl...

Where shines the horizon,
Vibrates blue line
On the open gate of clouds,
Gray clouds.
Where in the forge of the sun
Day is a new,
Where sets the rhythm of the road,
Heart rhythm.