Krzysztof Krawczyk - Wspomnienie

Tłumaczenie:

Autumn begins with mimosas,
Golden, frail and pleasant.
It is you, you're this girl,
Who were coming out on the street to me.

Scent of your letters was filling the hallway,
When I came back, breathless, from school,
And down the streets in the gentle autumn,
Bright angels were flying behind me.

Withered mimosas remind of
Eternal Golden - October,
It is you, it's you, my only one,
Who came to the cafe in the evening.

With over praying, with nearly fainting - drowsy,
In the park I was crying with whispered words,
Autumn crescent was shining through the clouds,
Mimosa golden - like in May.

Ah, with tender, pleasant dreams,
I was falling asleep with him fading in the morning,
In my blissful dreams of the Springs gone,
As with this golden, with this fragrant bouquet