Zdzisława Sośnicka - Dziwny kraj

Strange land extends
Where whiteness of your hands is glistening
Over there lives - just look - what will happen
And what has solidified like wax
In the unchangeable shape of past days
If you only knew what these maps say
River streams, brows of rocks
Where evil like a vulture is falling down
Ah, if you knew the loads of tears
Thunderstorm zones, evil currents
What would you give to know the treasures of a hand
Your treasure
Isles of love, made of mist
Where everything comes easy in sleep
But road is covered by the shadow

Strange land extends
Where whiteness of your hands is glistening
Sheltering it, when fear brings the thought
That someone wants to inweave bad days there
Like a black thread into web of destinies

You trust the lines of hands and think
No, they cannot betray me like that
Trust me, you don't know them
This one which like a spy knows what to end
It's time, it's time