Grażyna Łobaszewska - Czas nas uczy pogody

I have seen the grey hair wind
he was spreading calmness among fields,
warming bones on warm days of indian autumn.
Another time it was mowing forests,
falling down from mountains like a blade.
He was young, he was a god and he was scampering, so free.

Many days, many years, the time teaches us the sunniness,
It will tangle ways, mistake truths,
before separating grass from grain.
You are defending yourself, sowing the wind, you think "I'm so young".
The time has been teaching us the sunniness
for years, for years.

How many people has it healed from injuries,
changed storms of blood into calmness.
Probably, sometime in autumn,
it will also cheer forehead and stroke eyebrows.

I have seen days in sleepy museums
with the insides cold like darkness.
Elderly people in the corners of great halls.
Books full of beautiful thoughts
covered with thick dust,
The taste of tea, the rustling of soft slippers, the calmness of hearts.

Many days, many years, the time teaches us the sunniness,
It will tangle ways, mistake truths,
before separating grass from grain.
You are defending yourself, sowing the wind, you think "I'm so young".
The time has been teaching us the sunniness
for years, for years. x2