Jacek Kaczmarski - Epitafium dla Boba Dylana

Offing’s jeering at me
Inside dormant is sea
Shallow wave’s glittering falsely
It’s the voyage of truth
To the alien to you
Places where you boat space ahead forcing

On this selected route
Forget using your foot
Fetch up limit without attention
You will not need the sight
You’ll grope way which is right
Sun won’t ever point you direction

Servile submissive train
By your feet like a chain
It’s your freedom’s most greedy wardens
You will tell them to go
To the place of your own
They won’t let you to trespass no border

Your voice will be unheard
When you divine their fate
They can hardly suspend their sentence
They’ll be killed by a wood
Clapping hands’, feeling good
Painless death marching rhythm will be dancing
Look they devour, they lap
Swilling your tasty blood
Juggle words, and changing their meaning
But they sleep dream without
And you by now found out
Everything is a phantom but dreaming

Stand by you, when you die
Laughing, weeping and gibe
It’s your escort’s ultimate purpose
Leave dominion of souls
Take the lane of your owns
You will find there no harbour and no ports

“Fugitive” they will shout
On the shore they’ll come out
And the lanterns of treason they’ll fire
You will watch far away
You will boat through the waves
Being wave is your only desire