Harlem - Kora

1. I talked to the bark of trees, she is knowing the tree well, she said quietly: 'touch with the hand sky'. I extended a hand up, the sky gave warm rain, I went mad, as if needed the rain.

I asked the fortune-teller at one time, whether I wouldn't run short of powers, 'won't be missing, only touch with the hand nieba'. She scattered cards around, I chose one of them, where from I knew, that of the one one is it only necessary?...

Ref: For years an unseen force which is lending the meaning is leading me and he is ordering to last. Little I have, so little, yet so much, therefore I know, what a wind wanted to say.

2. I counted everything what gave me a good sign at one time, under feet more firmly I still felt the earth. I extended a hand up, a divine, good rain fell, I already knew, never, never I won't take turns.

Ref: For years an unseen force which is lending the meaning is leading me and he is ordering to last. Little I have, so little, yet so much, therefore I know, what a wind wanted to say.

3. Every year and every day have some meaning. Every laughter and the soft crying don't surprise me. Rivers hum, of stone I understand the whisper already without words, without no unnecessary words.

Ref: Prowadzi mnie od lat niewidzialna siła,
Która nadaje sens i każe trwać.
Niewiele mam, tak mało, a przecież tyle,
Dlatego wiem, co chciał powiedzieć wiatr.