Krystyna Prońko - Trawiaste przywidzenia

The woods aflame like a rose, the calm before the storm
Leaden clouds, the shadows tell the fate
From the stone nests in my neighborhood
the night's symphony has clung to my feet
The music thickens on the boarded-up glass
A spider rocks the flimsy trap
The parade of thoughts in a black veil
is about to burn down in a dancing match

That's how my night goes in July
No one calls, the bell's asleep
No one calls, the dog's at the door
Did the world end?
That's how my night goes in July
No one calls, the bell's asleep
No one calls, the dog's at the door
The scare leaves the corner

The minute will stop at an empty gate
A wooden statue is praying over me
The envious flowers that lifted their eyes
will have their green hair trimmed by the downpour
Evil dwells in the spout in a demijohn of wine
A pirate's ship is about to run red with blood
The storm guardian will arrive on the wind
and prop up the sky with a lightning bolt

That's how my night goes in July
No one calls, the bell's asleep
No one calls, the dog's at the door
Did the world end?
That's how my night goes in July
No one calls, the bell's asleep
No one calls, the dog's at the door
The scare leaves the corner