Artysty smutny walc [English translation]

Someday you'll ultimately be alone,

irrevocably alone.

Alone in the face of these few questions,

you know them well, as well

as I know them:

Were you loved by the world?

Will a trace after you...

a trace after you

remain or vanish?

It's an artist's sad waltz,

it's a cruel waltz.

Artist's cruel God,

when asked, is silent.

He knows, he knows the verdict.

You don't know it

and I won't guess.

It's an artist's sad waltz

till the white night's end,

until from the empty bottle,

off, a tiny fiend flies.

Perhaps someone's warm gesture

means, and is worth, more

than an applause of some huge arcades.

These thoughts are correct...

That's how you nicely comfort yourself,

yet in the cold twilight you anxiously

gaze into the distance, faraway distance.

Someday you'll ultimately be alone,

irrevocably alone.

Alone in the face of these few questions,

you know them well, as well

as I know them:

Were you loved by the world?

Will a trace after you...

a trace after you

remain or vanish?

It's an artist's sad waltz,

it's a cruel waltz.

Artist's cruel God,

when asked, is silent.

He knows, he knows the verdict

and you don't.

And I won't guess.

It's a waltz with some fate which

knows everyone's verdict.

Many's guessing it,

many will guess... but not me.

Not me.