My darling, what about dropping in to Tomaszów for a day?
Maybe there is still the same September silence in the golden dusk...
In this white house, in this room, where they put in other people's furniture,
We have to finish our former conversation that was left unfinished so sadly.
So, my dear, what about dropping in to Tomaszów for a day?
Maybe there is still the same September silence in the golden dusk...
Only a salty little drop is running down from my bright eyes to my lips,
But you don't answer me at all and you're eating white grapes.
This white house, this dull room, it is wondering up to now, it doesn't understand...
People have put in other people's furniture and went out of here with thoughtfulness.
All was left there though, even this September silence is still there,
So, my dear, what about dropping in to Tomaszów for a day?
So I still sing out to you with my glance: du holde Kunst... - and my heart is breaking,
I have to go... so you say farewell to me, but your hand is not trembling in mine.
So I've set out, I've left, the conversation was interrupted like a dream,
I blessed, I cursed: du holde Kunst! Well so? Without a word?
My darling, what about dropping in to Tomaszów for a day?
Maybe there is still the same September silence in the golden dusk...
Only a salty little drop is running down from my bright eyes to my lips,
But you don't answer me at all and you're eating white grapes.