Jacek Kaczmarski - Kołysanka dla Kleopatry

At the touch of your,
On incense smell,
I spread mine
Tangle, wrapped in sleep.

I wrap around the royal hands,
From a viper you've got a bracelet for thy glory.

Look, Cleopatra, how slow your death crawls
On a smooth shoulder, on neck in which the blood runs.
Fast as armies without motherland and without a leader.
And sweat of lover-conquerer
Dries under rouge
On thy cheeks - you won't retrieve him.
Glory of country of piramids
Was put out by waves.
The remnants of thy fleet sway slowly
Above fame of a women.

Waiting for venom,
And I still pull off,
And I will not touch you,
Until you feel the sorrow, and fear.

And recall your life glory day after day,
Your entering to Rome and fame at the cost of blood,
Lies and betrayal coming in a downpour of disasters.

Already - from eye falls a gold teardrop, gouges way through your face rouge
Already - from tusks my black venom flows, erodes the way in thy blood pink
Already - you're lying dead on the marble, I crawl through silence of corridors and
The coldness of stone slabs means nothing to our cold bodies...