Ewa Błaszczyk - Kto tam u Ciebie jest

I've already packed your books,
I put, into a big package.
I bought a cord - I'll send it soon.
That money from the white cabinet.
I gave, of course, to my mother.
I hardly think of you anymore.

Sometimes I call on an unimportant issue,
For example: a dog is sick.
I know nothing more, I hardly ask.
And just that clatter, that clatter in the head,
Who's in your place?
Who's there, who's there?

Do I rattle, like an ice cube sin?
Who's in your place?
From east to west?

My hands are calmer now,
To the city I am no longer so raring.
I still like wind and read a little.
I think about death before I sleep,
Because it is, perhaps, a comeback.
I'm still unclear, unsure.

Sometimes You call on an unimportant issue
And this is the real test.
I know nothing more, I hardly ask.
And just that clatter,
That clatter in the head.
Who's in your place?

Who's there?

(c) 1989