Dmuchawce, latawce, wiatr [English translation]

We'll awaken nestled in the noon of summer

At the end of the world, on a huge,

Warm, and trembling meadow

Everything will be so new and so first

The blood so thick, so grateful to you

So secure with you, above us

Blow-balls, kites, wind

The world made of concrete far away

Like (we were) struck, divinely weary

Listen

The music is playing on the fiddles

I was going to you on heaven

I breathe you, I burn and I disappear

Come with me