[ EN] Ile razem dróg przebytych? Ile ścieżek przedeptanych? Ile deszczów, ile śniegów wiszących nad latarniami? Ile listów, ile rozstań, ciężkich godzin w miastach wielu? I znów upór żeby powstać i znów iść, i dojść do celu. Ile w trudzie nieustannym wspólnych zmartwień, wspólnych dążeń? Ile chlebów rozkrajanych? Pocałunków? Schodów? Książek? Ile lat nad strof tworzeniem? Ile krzyku w poematy? Ile chwil przy Bethovenie? Przy Corellim? Przy Scarlattim? Twe oczy jak piękne świece, a w sercu źródło promienia. Więc ja chciałbym twoje serce ocalić od zapomnienia [ EN ] How many roads we’ve traveled together? How many paths we’ve trodden down? How many rains, how many snows hanging over the streetlamps? How many letters, how many partings, how many heavy hours in many cities? And again the stubborn will to rise, and again to go on, and reach the goal. How much, in unceasing toil, of shared worries, shared aspirations? How many loaves of bread cut open? Kisses? Stairways? Books? How many years spent shaping stanzas? How many cries poured into poems? How many moments with Beethoven? With Corelli? With Scarlatti? Your eyes are like beautiful candles, and in your heart a source of radiance. So I would like your heart to save from oblivion.
