Stanisław Sojka - Życie to krótki sen

When I'm thinking about my years, which gone
And they will never come back
And about people, which went to the other side
But they are close by still
And so much happened
And nothing happened
Million faces and events
And that's all it's only just an adumbration
Life is a short dream
When I'm looking at my children, which soon
Will go at large
It was newly, when hardly was going
One with another goblin
My mother's grey-hairedness
How well that she is there now
My father and homeland
And gesture, and rustle, and silence
Life is a short dream
This sentimental sound
I'm not ashamed
It's beautiful, beautiful for ages
I know it and I see it
Untill spring is coming, it's going away and coming back
It's enough for me
Untill every nisus turns into love
I have a daydream
Our skyward thinks
Let glide among moments
Words are needless
Only gesture, silence and you
Life is a short dream
Life is a short dream
Life is a beautiful dream
Life is a short dream