Patrycja Markowska - Źródło

The river flows through ravine
Like through the bottom of rut
Which chamfered itself
The walls of ravine grow up
On the both sides it gets higher and higher
There, on the top, apparently are plains
The more there is this water
The deeper it rolls
Taking on itself
The shadow of slopes

The sand runs away from the stream
It writhes on the sand
In the abyss its own
Power pulls it
But there still is a river
On the bottom of this chasm
There is and there will be, it will be like it was before
'Cause the source, 'cause the source
Still beats

And on the high walls
There are the stripes of colors and grooves
Of this river a story of these banks
The shadows of fallen trees
The trades of the fuzzy rocks
The mud scooped under itself
In spite of itself
And far down a weak flash
Keeps cutting the ground
The ground above it starts to accrete

From both sides there are gravel and clay
To make it stop on the run
The water hisses and absorbs, but is alive
And turns, avoids
Penetrates, climbs, foams
But flows, still flows
Despite the banks
'Cause the source, 'cause the source
Still beats

There are places, where in the slime
Water is almost frozen
Under the sheepskin coat of the dirty greeness
There the trade faster than this
Who left it disappears
Invisible are boggy trap
But the source still beats
It stamps the puls between the slopes
So there's a scream, even if hidden for an eye

Sky is almost invisible
Abyss is cold and dark
Let the avalanche of stones fall
And let the slopes connect
Of the ruthless gorges
'Cause what could hollow the shape
Of the futher spaces
If not the underground river

It will rinse the caves in the rocks
It will discover the gold mines
'Cause the source, 'cause the source
Still beats