Skaldowie - W żółtych płomieniach liści

In the yellow flames of leaves
A birch is burning up beautifully.
December runs away after December,
January passes after January.

A great bustle amidst the birds.
Some fly away, some stay.
They are standing on a meadow like on stage.
Will they survive? Will they endure?

And I often said goodbye to someone
And returned different than before.
Although on my palm the silver ring was shining fiercely just like on a bird.

And I often said goodbye to someone,
Behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind the road.
And I often said goodbye to someone.
And I often said goodbye.

All the geese already after the conviction,
They won't live to see the carol.
Cutted off heads with a tear in the eye will wither away
Like flowers which have withered.

Today however the geese are stil pacing towards me
In their last sleepy quadrille
Like fat princesses, who proudly
Were welcoming revolution when it happened.

And I often welcomed someone
Although my temples were burning with shame.
And I was entrusting to the God
What still burns in the memory.

And I often welcomed someone
Behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind the road.
And I often welcomed someone.
And I welcomed sometimes.

They're having a campfire on the meadow,
A caterpillar is by mistake burning therein.
And together with the caterpillar, dear Lord,
My poor heart, really ill.

But don't dwell on the heart,
What for all those flowers, oranges?
I will yet kick-start in the spring.
I will yet be dancing in the spring.

And I often said goodbye to someone
And returned different than before.
Although on my palm the ring was shining fiercely just like the birds wear.

And you often said goodbye to someone
Behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind the road.
And you often said goodbye to someone.
And you often said goodbye.