Grammatik - Jest już późno piszę

I like listening to when it is already late when we all sleep
When the stars shine
And the whole house is quiet, then write
I absorbed in the silence
This is what I hear, it is only imagination
Shadows haunt, go, when to clearing
It is already dark, quietly, so it is only in fairy tales
Somewhere behind the window in the distance a dog barks
Probably someone is standing now at the crossroads of the world
Someone discovers the inconceivable case
It's late, I'm writing ...
(Not yet a little sleep?)
I have not slept
These are not things that I see in a dream
As the sounds of the city, noise, crowd noise
Colorful letters somewhere on the walls wyłomach
The time of the kings are gone, came the painful times
I write about all that would be close to poetry
As those who have passed away, thousands of people
It's late, time to go to bed, do not linger
I'm waiting when the muse again come back to me

The lights of the city have long since faded, dark
From the pen over the paper I spend my sleepless night
Warsaw, echo, echo the events of days past
As with DVD images, the text of the paper telinie
Night without any sound, total silence
Only the rough breathing is heard again
Hour of spirits, to pay tribute to muse
Night-time writers, which are inspired by boredom
I describe it later, can be variously
Maybe that's all nicely put together today to
A final and can not be torn card, God willing
I know this silence gives me comfort, good
Then the record now comes word after the word
On a sheet, and seeks solace in the dream
Now pour out here gets very angry at me
A moment of relaxation, a break
And further, although in my throat went dry
The evening is a time of serious things, fucking platitudes
Written at night thinking, marked by melancholy
I know that now someone, somewhere thought the never-ending left
Putting a monument in a word, as the granary durable
As I write Horace to combat the time expires
My way to the gray day, somewhere to go
His land of dreams, build your word
Escape from what awaits me in the morning
Night writing, good night