Marek Grechuta - Pieśń wigilijna

On the edges of days, hanging grey fog
The wind lug the curtain and the sky run
And then shines blue and white
When more colours appears
In autumn melancholy of spiral paths
It knocks to windows' gates, it goes to our door
Green changes in gold, silver and brown
Pageant of these colours run to dance in front of us
On the sky the cloud wrap pink sails
Because the moon unbuttons navy blue background with the stars

Every day we try hard to make similar miracle
To change grey these grounds in gold bread and honey
But it is hard, sometimes against us
Please, help us Lord, prompt how to
Give us more strength, so more strength give us
Make in our hearts May, green grove
Let us not to make grey every day troubles trance
Let us sometimes take a few chances
There's no your fault is that how it goes
But for us get up for a little gesture
Bread in sun's shine, wine in stars' shine
Don't leave the walls that colourless cities.

Grey-red wall, pale herd of clouds
Like the walls have taken clouds as model
And somewhere, far away, to the window knock
The branch of white lilac...
This wind on ocarina remembers old time
Though dark night everywhere and moon is the grey rock
And they promised wine and bread,
Of them the blindman has dreamed, blind has listened the whisper
And blush blooming court
The fish near the riverside, the animal make the footsteps

Every day we try hard...