(Translation by ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA)
I dreamed of rapture tinted green
There was no loneliness in it
because you loved me for real
You were not tired
of champagne at midnight
of dancing in lace lingerie
of the hunger in my eyes
and the fervour in my hands
Now night settles over all of it
Black envelopes carry dust-coated addresses
Staring into the mirages of tomorrow
I stand closer to pain
and for that reason
I count the testimonies of misfortune