As the bell, which only just come over and already singing
As the voice of stray birds
Like a leaf, for a moment beautiful, the wind will drag him from the tree
So in a deeply hidden charge

Small longing, yearning short, meaningful next to nothing
Sudden and rapid heart łopoty, who would not know their

We do not know why turn up, zakatarzone
Turn out dumb tears and grief
Meeting, and how podumają uninvited guest
Before the rozwidni, disappear already

Small longing, yearning short, meaningful next to nothing
Sudden and rapid heart łopoty, who would not know their
Small longings, silent dream, ethereal as a cloud, fragile as smoke
Mystery of the soul sighs in us, who would not know where their