Jacek Kaczmarski - Śniadanie z Bogiem

My God is leaning over me
- Get up - he says, though it's dark behind the window
And the dream demands a point
He doesn't know sleep himself, so he's prodding me
To brush my teeth, to eat the breakfast
With the power of persuasion and encouragement.

My God didn't create the world in a week
His work doesn't go that fast
He's making mistakes and swearing,
Pondering on details, losing the track
Doesn't know where is the end and where is the start
And complaining that it's my fault

Never enough
Of mislead tracks for him
Stubborn guy,
My God

More often helpless than resourceful
He won't miss a chance
To stick his nose into someone's pain
Always in bad terms with reason,
But he cannot wash his hands
He cannot shrug his shoulders.

Wherever something's up in the world,
Like a thorn in a heel, he's there
Never ceasing A&E
Gives up eternity for this moment
When he's leaning over someone
Even though his back hurts.

On a knock on the door,
Whoever he could,
Will let in -
My God

He keeps a grudge to his heavenly Brothers
That they charge him so much
For their readiness for grace and punishments
But he also admires them
For powerfulness, for doubtlessness
And for inhumane ingenuity.

Himself, he has troubles with the bills
Won't charge anyone for virtue
And won't collect their sins
A little lavish, a little vain
Always feels indebted to someone
So any prick will cheat him.

And every debt
Sweeps him off his feet
His own enemy
My God

No wonder he won't take it anymore sometimes
Will start drinking as if he was living in a tavern
And losing himself in carnality
Then I look for him in pubs
And give a hair of the dog in the morning
Because he is partying - I am hungover

So he nods his head during the breakfast
Silent like shame, like a dash in a sentence
That won't carry the simplest truths
That there's darkness behind the window
That he has to die with me
And in spite of that, he wants to live so badly

He doesn't pour tears
On darkness' doorstep
Powerful he is
My God