Perfect - Wyspa drzewo zamek

An island was left to me when she was gone
Ten steps long, just sand alone
I brought in soil, stolen from the fields
I wished to make it bloom — it was mine to keep

At last, I sowed the grass so early in spring
From then on, I could walk barefoot, feel the green
I planted flowers, for the island’s grace
Carried buckets full of water from my place

But then a heavy hail
Struck all it found
Washed away the soil, waves crashed down
Once again, just naked sand remains

I planted a tree out on my balcony
A mighty, strong tree — I cared for it deeply
I thought to myself — when I'm no longer here
People’s memory of me will live in the leaves

And it was meant to stand
A thousand years or more
Like a statue, proud and tall
But the storm came raging, tore it all

I built myself a fortress high upon a stone
A castle reaching skyward, in the sunlight shone
In it, I had placed all my savings tight
So I could feel safe in the depths of night

But my watchful foe
Dug like a rat
Poured the powder in the cracks
Then at night, he lit the fuse and ran

And so all I touch
Turns to dust
Crumbles into nothingness
I don’t know where my place is left

And so all I touch
Turns to dust
Turns to death and fades to ash
I don’t know where my place is left