Anna już tu nie mieszka – Halina Frąckowiak (Tekst)

The landscape begs like a dog
It's an evening after a heavy day
The bus stopped
You can get off, get in
But Anna no longer lives here
But Anna no longer lives here

Across the river, into the shade of old trees
She ran once in the middle of the day
She took music with her, some poem
A few trinkets, a few photos
A light dress like mist

Is it easier for her to live now?
Doesn't the morning chill cut in the face?
Because between us, since she is gone
There’s less and less ordinary warmth
And even honey can be bitter
And even honey can be bitter

She loved the fragile blades of grass
She believed in the sound of plucked strings
I won't tell you anything more about her, because
Because Anna no longer lives here
Because Anna no longer lives here

Across the river, into the shade of old trees
She ran once in the middle of the day
She took music with her, some poem
A few trinkets, a few photos
A light dress like mist

Is it easier for her to live now?
Doesn't the morning chill cut in the face?
Because between us, since she is gone
There’s less and less ordinary warmth
And even honey can be bitter
And even honey can be bitter