Driving through town faster than I should
The bobbing-dog is nodding its head
Traffic lights, signs, I pretend not to see
By GPS, the little beast
Just beyond the river, the second, third bridge
Rows of Skaryszewski's trees
A forest of cranes has mangled the sky
Your angelic singing now I hear
In five flavors, the duck dips
Avoiding soy, tofu and rice
A braised flying fish
Practicing high jumping in beer
Sweet and sour words, I understand few
When you speak to me - I tremble
When you cook, so beautifully you sing
I would want you to teach me