Seweryn Krajewski - Sama chciała

To be born Sunday evening,
Don't want, don't feel, don't have feelings.
To be like sending, like little box
Wanted it herself, wanted it herself

To go to schools everywhere a little bit,
To have your nerves and thoughts in powder
Find and loose what mother gave
Wanted it herself, wanted it herself

To fall in dumb love with dumb ones
Not to stay, not to wait, not to weep
Then to grudge that one, who has been crying
Wanted it herself, wanted it herself

To like you for good
To fade for grieving after you
To be too quiet or too confident
Wanted it herself, wanted it herself

To sudnelly stop Sunday evening
Not to feel, not to have feelings
To fall deeply asleep among bright beeches
Wanted it herself, wanted it herself!