Stare Dobre Małżeństwo - Cudne Manowce

Like white clouds gliding over the night sky above the forest
Like a scarf on a traveler's neck shaken by the wind
Like your starry arms stretched out up there
And here are ours, and here are ours.

Like a dry sob in this rainy night
Like the guilty - or innocent - pang of conscience,
For being alive when so many, so many, so many have died.
Like a dry sob in this rainy night
Like licking the wounds accurately inflicted
Like mending a heart shattered to dust
Like a dry sob in this rainy night
A heavy stone, a heavy stone
As I stand on it, it will stand on me
It will stand on me, from beneath it I will rise
Like a dry sob in this rainy night
Like a golden sphere above the waters
Like dawn beneath swollen eyelids

Like lovely auroras, pretty clearings
Like the sun's breast, like bearing one's hump
Like towards you, nebulae sisters, this plaintive song

Like running to the end, then you'll rest, then you'll rest
Beautiful wilderness, beautiful wilderness, beautiful, beautiful wilderness

Na, na, na...
Like running...
Like running...
Like running...