Majka Jeżowska - Laleczka z saskiej porcelany

Since she can remember, she always stood
On the vanity next to the mirror
In white ballet shoes, leaning forward
With a lifted leg in the air
She was bored among trinkets
Catching dust in her golden dress
And only from below the Persian rug
Sometimes let out a Persian eye

The porcelain doll
Had a face as pale as parchment
She had no father or mother
And did not miss either, either

Until one day on the chest of drawers
A beautiful prince suddenly appeared
With a hat in his frozen hand
And a beautiful porcelain smile
And in her a little heart beat
Which is not such a simple matter
And she dreamed of dancing for him
And he secretly applauded

The porcelain doll
Had a face as pale as parchment
She had no father or mother
And did not miss either, either

Her sister was a proud vase
And her brother - an antique lantern
The porcelain doll
Tiny, lovely music box

But how fragile happiness can be
In the transient world of porcelain
The spiteful wind slammed the window shut
And the prince shattered to pieces "amen"
And she stands again by the mirror
On the vanity all alone
And only one, small drop
Rolled down the porcelain

The porcelain doll
Had a face as pale as parchment
The beloved one has left forever
And she still missed him

Her sister was a proud vase
And her brother - an antique lantern
The porcelain doll
Tiny, sad music box