The shreds of joy everyday fate of its weave of itself
of longing, courage, hope, twisting his world
in their city, with houses without floors
play with the charter of heaven in this hell,
that God sent us.

I wanted to sail away forever, the bluish distance
where life brighter, richer
someone would give me
Disappeared a hundred times without a trace
to return to the silver of poetry
warm your hands and glances

I do not want your heart to live simply
Your heart, which heats to fight for every day
Your heart, which suffers and loves passionately,
which beats faster and faster, hotter.
The grief is too thin band days
twe fortissimo serdeczne brzmi
still louder, harder still.

When you face the lack of deeds and words
You have a face
Where paths tangled wilderness
You know his way
You all cheer you manage pain
daybreak lighten our eternal
Warmth of the hands and the look of your

I do not want your heart to live simply
Your heart, which heats to fight for every day
Your heart, which suffers and loves passionately,
that beats faster and faster, hotter ...

The grief is too thin band days
twe fortissimo serdeczne brzmi
The drama of the same najchudszych days
You throw me in the eye tears, bitter tears,
tears of happiness, dreams meet

I do not want your heart to live simply
Your heart, which heats to fight, to fight, to fight
Your heart, which suffers and loves passionately,
Faster and faster through the tears