Pleń - Ziemia obiecana

Along the cottages over the thatched roofs The zealous heat of noon
Visibly throbs and beguiles
With elusive beams entwined
Amidst the verdant lawns
Dark traces of dew have dried
The crane of the lonely well
Gazes towards the distant orchards

Opposite, the lying hills
With creeping hawthorn and barberry
Through the sun's dust-filled skies
The branches cast a faint trace
The noon squanders itself
Into drowsy delusions
Through the heavens within heavens
A translucent daytime moon shines

Suddenly, in the thicket of trees
The cherry tree burns darkly
Oh, now, in this very hour!
To love - someone - suddenly!
This toil, in league with the blue
Makes breath in the breast so labored
My mind, it longs to dream
Of love amidst the noonday heat
Suddenly, in the thicket of trees,
The cherry blushes darkly
Oh, now, in this very hour!
To love - someone - suddenly!

I shall weep for my brother
The body lying among bodies
In the hole covered by dirt
Do I still mean anything in your eyes?
Or am I but ash
Like a stone cast upon the rampart
I defile myself, I fall before Thee
I cast away dignity and face
Do you still hear the calling?
I fall, I defile myself, I fall, I defile myself before Thee.

So many speak of grace
Of gifts descending from heaven
Yet in the sky, I see explosions
From beneath the rubble hands protrude, Like a branch broken in twain
Like a branch broken
Each one is but a stone
A stone cast upon the rampart

Yet you are lying
You lied and you will be lying
Yet you are lying
You lied and you will be lying
Yet you are lying
You lied and you will be lying