Jacek Kaczmarski - Bob Dylan

The ocean sleeps in us
And the horizon mocks at us
Plate wave falsly shines
And a real voyage
Is to unknown places
When you travel in defiance of the space

And on this one of many routes
What are your legs needed for?
You will surely get to the end anyway
You don't need your sight
To feel your step
And you don't need to still get advices from sun

Of enthusiasts and servants
Crowd is at your feet
They're greedy guards of your freedom
You will guide them there
Where you should be alone
You won't pass any border with them

They will ignore your voice
Which tells them their fate
From which they can't be freed
Because they will be killed by a crowd
Of hands which clap on time
In the rhytm of a march who bringing death doesn't hurt

Look how they eat and drink
Feeding by your blood
And they juggle with your songs' words
But they have no dreams
And you know the best that
Nothing that isn't dreamt isn't real

To be by your death
Cry, laugh and mock
It's your escort's real target
Give these souls to somebody else
And go onto your own route
Where they're no harbors

They'll say that you've escaped
But they will go to the shore
And they'll light you tracherous lights
But you looking away
Will swim with the waves
And finally you will also become a wave