For loved Bagunia from Ania...

In the white winters, blank verses
Golden rooms of august
My greatest love
And it know nothing that is my
Time satiate it as wine
Imagination beautifies
My only love
My greatest love

I did not tell her, God forbid
I’ll not say anything intentionally
Because as long as I’ll remain silent, I’ll multiply it
When I’ll confess everything - it disappear
So I’ll not sing my love
Let not know what’s going on
And unaware of her beauty
In my thoughts let it beautifies

In the white winters, blank verses
Golden rooms of august
My greatest love
And it know nothing that is my
Time satiate it as wine
Imagination beautifies
My only love
My greatest love

Maybe one day, after many years
However I’ll whisper shyly
”In the past, in that summer
I loved you terribly”
And you’ll stop in mid-sentence
Of my funny confession
”And I loved you mister
In that summer and before”

And nothing except a small moment of flame
Will not unite us, darling
In this weird life, funny ball
Where love is not confessed
For pale dancers
Parlor orchestra is playing quietly
And below the orchestra’s every tone
You can sign the words:

In the white winters, blank verses
Golden rooms of august
My greatest love
And it know nothing that is my
Time satiate it as wine
Imagination beautifies
My only love
My greatest love

Author: W. Młynarski