Magda Umer - Oczy Tej małej

Listen to me, Sir, O travelling man
Listen what happened on Próżna Street
There lived Jagna, good and pure
and clerk Jan dated her.
It happened to be Sunday, the carousel was spinning,
The tender lover took Jagna
and completely roiled her kind mind.

Ref.
The dear's eyes like azures of the sky
Her thoughts pure like white notebooks
To her he was like a young god
If only he was truly able to love...

As happens in Warsaw, the summer served them well
He often took her on the boats
and she mended his sorrows.
Listen to me, Sir, O travelling man
That unspeakable day came -
Without a word the vile lover left
for naught were her tears and prayers...

Ref.
The dear's eyes like azures of the sky
Her thoughts pure like white notebooks
To her he was like a young god
If only he was truly able to love...

Trains and ships will leave but she won't return to her mother -
Who in Makowie would've believed that one man meant everything to her?
Because of him, the one that used to 'dance with love', would kill herself...
God forgave her the deeds of heart and treated her with raspberry ice cream

Ref.
The dear's eyes like azures of the sky
Her thoughts pure like white notebooks
To her he was like a young god
If only he was truly able to love...

Hear ye, O faithless lover
That hates the mornings:
Yet shall return to you that coffin
Where is lain your flaunting paramour.
The one that does not know how to love
Will lose eventually, even though he understands it all.
The God will show you with his painful indifference
That you've despised human love.

Ref.
The dear's eyes like azures of the sky
Her thoughts pure like white notebooks
You were more than a God to her
Bow to her dead feet...