Urszula Sipińska - Żal

Regret for unbeaten roads
Regret for unacquired graces
But now, it's time to go
To where they love us

Regret for the house that sleeps
Regret for the known meadow in the mist
But now, it's time to go
To where they call me

I'm eager to enter this gracious world
There are no tears in my luggage
I just want to know where
Where, where it is

Regret for the house that sleeps
Regret for the known meadow in the mist
But now, it's time to go
To where they call me

This room, window, table bid me farewell
The quiet glow of the evening lamp
Don't speak ill of me
When, when the time comes...