Maria Peszek - Autobusy zapłakane deszczem

Buses tearful with the rain
drive the people from oneself to oneself
along the shining, wet asphalt
like on the black, starry sky.
It’s been raining for a week in my town
the moisture trickles down on my heart and on my overcoat.
From the bus tearful with rain I count the stars on the wet asphalt.

A tear to tear and I shall be blue
in the sad blue colour.
Like the cool silk
in the colour of the sky
I shall sing the blue colour.

Buses tearful with the rain
like huge polar seals
are looking for their place in the rain
exhaling clouds of the vapour.
Along the tired backs their shivers
fly past the neon lights flashes.
Buses tearful with the rain
have such pleasant muzzles.

A tear to tear and I shall be blue
in the sad blue colour.
Like cool silk in the colour of the sky
I shall sing the blue colour.

And when it stops raining in my town
where shall I place myself with my sadness?
In the bus tearful with the rain
I shall go there where it rains perpetually.