Kantata [English translation]

I dreamed of the birds without the sky

I dreamed of the horses without the ground

I dreamed of the birds without the sky

I dreamed of the horses without the ground

There is no other season here, but winter

There's room for the labyrinth and the stone on the head

The foreign wall borders on the foreign wall

On the stalk of the yard, wilts the linen flower of the sky

And there, they are sowing the corn

Torpid hay is brought to the hallways wide open

There, the summer walks by with the golden sceptre

The rains from far away, from the kingdom

The last apple gleams for me on the apple tree

There's room for the labyrinth and the stone on the head

And no one would scream when I fall in the motorised noise

Like the ice leftovers before spring are cleaned up,

They will pick up the stranger,

All the directions will come together

And all the seasons will be here simultaneously!

All the moments will hit the heart at once

And will argue, which one do I belong to

May this be the confession, but without the absolution

I don't want to be robbed of my life!

All the moments will hit the heart at once

And will argue, which one do I belong to

May this be the confession, but without the absolution

I DON'T WANT TO BE ROBBED OF MY LIFE!

• Artist:Marek Grechuta
• Album:Korowód (1971)