Stare Dobre Małżeństwo - Szara ballada

Not black, but greyness everywhere
That grey thread is spinning
It's behind me, before me and beside me
It's in my head in the morning
In my hands and in first words
Comes back like a carrier pigeon

Pierced with grey thread
And sewn on to the world
Like a button on a grey coat

Of grey yarn are my thoughts
Coarse days and weeks
Of grey yarn are autumns and summers
Even a poem, made of rainbow
Sudden letter, joy, happiness
That are like gilded patterns on a tapestry

In a moment they fade out
They're like a mirage
They turn into a dry leaf and ash
From grey thread is the ball
Which in a grey hour
I sleepily curl up and put under my head

People sick with greyness
My fate sick with greyness
My home, my city, planet

God made all from gold
Spinning with a wheel
Why are you making grey thread?
Our multicoloured father
In aiguillettes, in glitter
Who shines and shimmers

If you like us a little
Lean over the spindle
Throw angel hair into the yarn
Because within us is greyness in breaths
Greyness in dreams and smiles
Greyness in tears, prayer and hymn