Martwe liście [English translation]

Let the tiniest crumb of those days

make your thoughts entertain a memory

of the days when life was more beautiful

and the sun’s circle shone brighter than today.

A cold wind already lifts the dead leaves

and pushes them forward, carries far away,

and I know so well that nothing can revive them,

and there’s longing and regret in my heart...

The wind, the northern wind repeats:

"You cannot revive this love..."

and I hum your song

and I cannot forget it...

This song highlights with every note

that you love me, that I love you,

that together it’s possible, in spite of sorrows,

to live a wonderful life every day...

But the jealous fate is not idle,

and when the lovers’ world collapses,

life slowly wipes out their trace,

the trace they shared in the sand...

And the autumn wind stirs the dead leaves,

covers the world with a cold rain and fog;

yet, my love is stronger than they are,

I smile when I recall it.

In this autumnal time I still recall

the heat of our words stopped mid-sentence

the magical glow of your eyes,

and friendship that turned into love.

The wind, the northern wind repeats:

"You cannot revive this love..."

and I hum your song

and I cannot forget it...

This song highlights with every note,

that you love me, that I love you,

that together it’s possible, in spite of sorrows,

to live a wonderful life every day...

But the jealous fate is not idle,

and when the lovers’ world collapses,

life slowly wipes out their trace,

the trace they shared in the sand...

• Artist:Michał Bajor