Wspomnienie [English translation]

Autumn begins with mimosas

Golden, fragile and nice

It's you, you're the girl

Who came out to the street to me

My hall used to smell of your letters

When I came panting back from school

And down the streets in light autumn

Followed me fair angels

The yellow strawflower, October

calls withering to mind through mimosas

It's you, my only one

You used to come to the pastry in the evenings

Sleepy from over-praying, over-faintness

I would cry whispered words in the park

As the new autumn Moon shone through the clouds

May-like for the golden mimosas

Oh, tender, sweet dreams I would dream

under the Moon that faded at the break of dawn

In my sleep playing with the springs long gone

Like a scented golden bouquet

• Artist:Czesław Niemen