Hanka Ordonówna - Córka kata

Every day, at the crack of dawn I hear the grinding of chains.
Every day, screams resound from gloomy cells.
Each night I wake again,
And I recognize one voice here among all the sobbing.

Every day I see through the window in the wall.
Mute prisoners lead by a face.
And I hear nothing anymore, and I see nothing,
only that one, pallid face.

My dearest, I love you, I kiss your dark eyes,
your pallid lips unconsciously .
My father has lost his evil power.
My father does not know that night after night,
that in every dream you come to me.

Each day when I wake, to God I send my prayers,
and I am faithful through the bloodiest tears,
that my pain will end, that the king will bestow grace upon him, and with me he will remain forever.

And maybe the king will give him to me.
My father of cells will open the door.
No one will see, no one will hear,
each day he will repeat to me.

My dearest, I love you, I kiss your bright eyes,
your lips unconsciously.
My father, he is deaf as a log.
He will not know, that night after knight, that you really come to me.

But if the king is evil, ah, in my heart my fear trembles, and the head cannot comprehend these words.
If he shows no mercy, to the gallows you will go.
I will go with you, I will stop by the crowd.

And I will peer into your eyes and give you
the sweetness of dreamed up years.
You will hear nothing, you'll see nothing,
only the last glimmer in my eyes.

My dearest, I love you, I kiss your dark eyes,
your pallid lips unconsciously .
My father was lifting the axe.
Look into the eyes, look, hear only this,
after death, my lover come to me.