Maria Koterbska - Bajka amurska

She had the most beautiful time in the world dream,
Prettiest of six daughters,
Daughter of the prince of Amurian soil,
Sen had eyes, the dream had a mouth,
And as soon as a day flashed,
She searched amongst people all round,
Where her dream, marvellous dream,
Indescribably absent-minded,
He doesn't know what they are saying for her, and what want,
He is looking somewhere into the distance, bewitched,
Ah, what it is, what is it happening with her?
This way something happened with her, and knows,
He must search, because a dream is a sign,
He will put to different faces,
Image of eyes, the eyebrow and lips,
Armenian prince, beautiful khan,
They are also swarthy, also full of powers,
He is similar of Georgia you,
But for her the dream was different.
Indescribably saddened,
He is looking into faces for them, in of their eyes glitter,
But somewhere her dream, where of dream shoulders?
For every her prince, of Georgia you, for every khan?

For every so hit the dream
Prettiest of six daughters,
Daughter of the prince of Amurian soil,
Sweet the trail led her into the forest,
Górska with path from smelling herbs,
There, in the forest, a young woodcutter stood,
She stopped out of breath
Indescribably surprised.
He thinks: "it is probably a dream, it of dream continuation!".
The same eyes, eyebrows, shoulders,
So no king, only the one, only he,
He will touch his lips with lips,
He will check, whether it so in a dream
Ah, a young woodcutter laughed,
And the princess already knows,

And the princess already knows,
He already knows, knows.