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 a stage.
Will they survive? Will they endure?

And I often said goodbye to someone
And returned different than before.
Although on my palm, shining fiercely
Was a silver band just like a birds.

And I often bid farewell to someone,
Behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind the road.
And I often bid farewell to someone.
And I often bid farewell.

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

Today the geese still walk towards me*
In their last sleepy quadrille
Like fat duchesses, who proudly
Welcomed the 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 burning a campfire on the meadow,
A female fox is by mistake burning therein.
And together with the fox, dear Lord,
My poor, badly sick heart.

But don't dwell on the heart,
For what do i need flowers or oranges?
I will yet kick-start in the spring.
I will yet be dancing in the spring.

And I often bid farewell to someone
And returned different than before.
Although on my palm, shining fiercely
Was a silver band just like a birds.

And you often bid farewell to someone
Behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind the road.
And you often boid farewell to someone.
And you often bid farewell.

*it might be "dziś jeszcze gęśi kroczą dumnie" - today the geese still walk pridefully.