Jacek Kaczmarski - Starość Piotra Wysockiego

Sometimes he talks like a human
He will shake the hands, smile politely
But sometimes he will flash with madness from under his eyelids
And then he has Siberia in his eyes
At night he lights up the lights in the windows
And he screams (mothers spook their childrnen with him)
Genreal Sowiński, the redoubt wet with blood
Recommend us to God

-Do not come out of the camp
They will wipe you all out like ducks.

He whole shrinks and frowns
When he has to report himself every month
After twenty six years czar's people
Do not belive in the insurgent's madness
With three hits he chooped the wood
And he was laughing- this is butter, not a trunk-
We were chopping with these who were left in the snows
Trunks freezed to stone

-General Sowiński- Why cannot I see you...

-Stealthily he walks around Warka
And suddenly he looks people in the eyes
As if he saw an enemy or a traitor in everyone
Spectrum of sleeples nights
-Their voices, general, are near
Their voices, general, are near
Moskal leaning over me is laughing
Moskal leaning over me is laughing
-It's after the fight, general, after the fight
This trench is lost.