Good times are not those in which we lived, but which are remembered.
Wiesław Myśliwski – Last hand
Good times are not those in which we lived, but which are remembered.
Wiesław Myśliwski – Last hand
Day by day
As a rapid stream of time
It tightens the circle
My existence
Day by day
He runs away
Further
Further
My false desires
The weave falls
And around
Universe
Boundless, inconceivable
Infinite fertile garden
Eternal thought the Masterpiec!
I would like to respect heaven
Ground forehead to slope
But I am ungrateful
That imperfect …
Nonsense
They feed each other
Comic matters
Wrapped in a net
I am ashamed of these
Which is not ashamed
They forgot
That it is over
The graves will make us equal
I
Milion gwiazd cichych się świeci,
A każda innym jaśnieje sposobem,
A wszystko stoi – i leci…
II
I ziemia stoi – i wieków otchłanie,
I wszyscy żywi w tej chwili,
Z których i jednej kostki nie zostanie,
Choć będą ludzie, jak byli…
III
Jak się nie nudzić na scenie tak małej,
Tak niemistrzowsko zrobionej,
Gdzie wszystkie wszystkich Ideały grały,
A teatr życiem płacony –
IV
Doprawdy, nie wiem, jak tu chwilę dobić,
Nudy mię biorą najszczersze;
Co by tu na to, proszę Pani, zrobić,
Czy pisać prozę, czy wiersze – ?
V
Czy nic nie pisać… tylko w słońca blasku
Siąść czytać romans ciekawy:
Co pisał Potop na ziarneczkach piasku,
Pewno dla ludzkiej zabawy (!) –
VI
Lub jeszcze lepiej – znam dzielniejszy sposób
Przeciw tej nudzie przeklętej:
Zapomnieć ludzi, a bywać u osób
– Krawat mieć ślicznie zapięty…!
I don’t sleep because of you at night,
And you don’t even know anything about it.
And so with my thoughts I’m still alone
Alone.
The world loses its charm without you,
And you probably don’t know it either.
But it will definitely become my secret
I know, it will be as it is.
I will keep it, I will never say it,
You.
I saw myself with what smile
Once you kissed another.
And so I lost the sense, the whole sense of my days.
So in the dark of the night until morning,
I stayed alone with my thoughts for a long time.
And you will never know about my existence,
I will keep what is in my heart.
I will never say
You.
This is a strange world,
where else still
there is a lot of evil.
And the weird thing is
that for so many years
man despises man.
Strange this world
world of human affairs,
sometimes it’s a shame to admit it.
And yet it is often
that someone has a bad word
kills like a knife.
But there are more people of good will
and I strongly believe that
that this world
he will never die thanks to them.
No! No! No! No!
The time has come
high time,
to destroy hatred.
But there are more people of good will
and I strongly believe that
that this world
he will never die thanks to them.
No! No! No! No!
The time has come
high time,
to destroy hatred.