Seweryn Krajewski - Gołębi song

Pigeons of all squares, I call upon you,
from Mickiewicz monuments, all the towns,
from the Cloth Hall, Plac Zgody, and Times Square,
from Kleparz and Concorde, take flight.

On earth, they want to turn breath into smoke,
monuments are their joy, but not ours.
The grown flower children have long had their own homes,
who will go sing today, who will raise a hand...

And the world is like a healthy orchard,
so much sun, bees, and years,
so much grain, roses, landscapes, stars,
And sadness, and autumn...

And the world is like a healthy orchard,
so many roses, nuts, stars.
Is it always, always so beautiful,
so calm before a storm...

Pigeons of all squares, I call upon you,
from Kazimierz alleys, from Notre Dame,
from Picasso's outstretched hand, on vast sheets of white,
to people from all around, take flight.

Let the rustle of your wings dispel the fear,
chase away the clouds of worries from our hearts.
And again like flower children, though an older God above the world,
let's go sing and raise a hand...

And the world...