Obym się mylił [English translation]

Cassandra I’ve been, I am, and will be,

in optimism the intellect tries staying strong.

Prognostication next I, by the morning

conclude on thought, committed not to ink:

‘May I be wrong’.

Foretelling the evil in the age of madness

historic satiating need, and to scrape along.

Yet dreaming of being erroneous

as times’ cogwheel inertly turns:

‘May I be wrong’.

So far, grim omens rises heap,

as those - behind it covered throng -

a new they ready plan: “Democratorship”,

and raise their hands in duplicitous worship.

May I be wrong.

So far, grim omens rises heap,

as those - behind it covered throng -

a new they ready plan: “Democratorship”,

and raise hands in duplicitous worship.

May I be wrong.