Halina Frąckowiak - Wiatraki mojej wyobraźni (Teatralna panorama)

The sky is churning and clouding, trembling like a tightened string,
But it can't escape the storm, it lacks the strength to fight.
Somewhere far away, a crumb of light suddenly vanished in oblivion
And the last spark extinguished, like a suddenly broken thread.

A theatrical panorama, with a windmill standing proudly,
Silent wings broken by the wind, unnecessary doors torn off -
He, who endured so many storms, now has no hope left...

I wanted to escape the uncertain, wash my face in forgetfulness,
I have already tasted the flavor of silence, the rest was to be overshadowed by time.
I lost every word, every crumb, every trace,
But when the regret passed, the wind of unease blew anew.

A theatrical panorama, with the same windmill once again:
Silent wings broken by the wind - is it a dream, or perhaps me?
He, who endured so many storms, now has no hope left...

I don't even know what happened, where this sadness and tear came from?
Everything has scattered into dust, like a poorly mended pitcher.
And a distant thought returns like a bird frightened by the storm,
And time escapes into nowhere, and hope is lacking again.

A theatrical panorama, old windmill - where do I know it from?...
The decoration is still the same, only I'm different.
What has passed has not passed, it has stopped and endures,
Like a past turned to stone, whose bitter taste I feel.

The sky is churning and clouding, trembling like a tightened string,
But it can't escape the storm, it lacks the strength to fight.
So many storms have to be endured, though hope is no more,
Though hope is no more...