Piotr Rubik - Franciszkańska 3

When Peter asked at Peter's Gates
For a passport and the place where he lived,
The wanderer said: "I have my passport with me,
In my passport: Krakow, Franciszkańska 3."

In the heavenly heavens, filling out the form,
He wrote down the sound of the forest, streams, and lilacs,
And in the "address" section, though God laughed,
Without hesitation, he wrote: Franciszkańska 3.

Kołłątaj lived on Kanonicza,
Wit Stwosz had a house on Grodzka,
Goethe wandered to the Market Square,
Matejko lived on Floriańska,
And Great Karol, the Polish Pope,
The Holy Father on Franciszkańska.
And Great Karol...

Saint Peter asked, as God commanded,
The wanderer knocking on the heavenly door,
Where he would like to wash the stardust from his feet -
- the wanderer said: "Krakow, Franciszkańska 3."

When Peter pointed to where the pain hurts less,
Where a child's lonely tears burn less,
Where the flowers from the heavenly fields smell the most beautiful,
"I know," said the wanderer, "Franciszkańska 3."

Kołłątaj lived on Kanonicza...

"It's time for rest for weary feet,
For troubled hands, it's time to send dreams -
- choose the dream that ends this last journey" -
- "I want the dream in which there's Krakow, Franciszkańska 3."

Kołłątaj lived on Kanonicza...