Grzegorz Turnau - Cichosza

Quietly
Very quietly
I walk towards the city on reconnaissance
And I walk, and I look

On the streets, there's quietness
On the sidewalks, there's quietness
There's no Mickiewicz
And there's no Miłosz
Here, there's quietness, there, it's quiet
Gray, dirty, and wintery
There's no Słowacki
And there's no Tuwim

On the streets, there's quietness
On the sidewalks, there's quietness
There's no Mickiewicz
And there's no Miłosz
Here, there's quietness, there, it's quiet
Gray, dirty, and wintery
There's no Słowacki
And there's no Tuwim

Quietly
Very quietly
I walk, and I walk, and I walk
And I look, and I see

In hands, in heads, there's quietness
In mouths, in eyes, there's quietness
There are no self-proclaimed ones
And no rebels
Here, there's quietness, there, it's quiet
Gray, dirty, and snowy
There are no astronauts
And no popes

On the streets, there's quietness
On the sidewalks, there's quietness
There's no Mickiewicz
And there's no Miłosz
Here, there's quietness, there, it's quiet
Gray, dirty, and snowy
There are no astronauts
And no popes

Here, there's quietness, there, it's quiet
And there's nothing at all
Spring or summer
Autumn or winter