Wojciech Młynarski - O tych co się za pewnie poczuli

Thousands of spokes are spinning and spinning
in the Mother's wheel of fortune.
This little ballad is about the ones who started feeling
too confident.

Once one guy played cards
played bridge, poker or whist
and he had a wonderful deal
but he didn't grip the cards too tightly.*

Suddenly, somebody - wham! - turned the light out
they whipped the cards off his hands.
Unlucky fellow's been reminiscing about
the wasted chance to date.

'Cause thousands of spokes...

And although the start was lovely
before the end crowns the work
what started off so beautifully
can turn into a poor joke.

While reining during tough times
for example driving the car or governing a nation
fasten your safety belt, don't gun when you race
on the verge of a steep road.

Watch out for slippery paving
and don't whistle in exultation
when the car sweeps into a curve of the road
when the country starts to corner the history.

'Cause thousands of spokes...

And although the start was wonderful...

So when your irrepressible ambitions
play at every first light**
when you climb a mountain
pitch camp bellow the summit.

Re-examine the next plan up there and
now I'm getting out of your face
so that I wouldn't start to feel in this little ballad
too confident either.

'Cause although the start was wonderful...

what started off so beautifully...


* in other words: 'he didn't keep a tight grip on the cards'
** in other words: 'every dawn'