Gdy mówią mi [English translation]

When they tell me that the whole world is going to collapse

And its dusk does also concern me,

I want to believe that it doesn't yet, not yet.

When newspapers tell me about the next tremendous wave,

From which we cannot seek no more shelter anywhere,

I'd like to believe that, that not yet.

My memory gives me a list of wonders for which I'd like to live:

Silence, when the tempest is over, the fragrance of the night on your skin – they're still there after all.

A single frog in the grass that makes Wislawa flabbergasted – this is my shelter, this is my shelter.

When they tell that what is important for me has no right to be there

And that I have to adjust myself in order to live,

I'd like to believe that not yet.

My memory gives me a list of wonders for which I'd like to live:

A drop of light in a wine bottle, the first words of my son still are there though.

These millions of stars in the sky and the collection of my handbags – this is my shelter.

This is my heaven just above the earth,

My breaks in the middle of thunderstorms.

This is my heaven, I don't want another one,

It's close to me – almost here.

Almost here...