Michał Bajor - To może zdarzyć się wszędzie

So it was, so it is, and so it shall be
There’s no escaping it
It can happen anywhere
In any moment of life
On roads both wide and narrow
No matter where I’m heading
Suddenly I feel the urge to look back
And a thought begins to form

Night and day I know where I'm coming from
But do I know where I'm going?
And which star will give me its light?
Where will I find my Colchis?*
Will my two sisters like me?
Gray loneliness and worry?
Whether silver laughter or nasty bad luck?
Will they serve as my guide?

It may last just a moment
A day, a month, or even longer
A pause in the journey, nothing more
A stop along life’s path
I sit above the map of my fate
I’ve known these questions for a long time
And I arrange the answers
To guide me as I move ahead

My path is cut like by a knife
Here a wide river, there a stream
And here and there, along a hundred roads
Songs appear like little towns
And when dusk seems eager
To mock my small steps
It doesn’t bring me down
What matters is that I tried

And a thought strikes my brow
A simple thought, most often:
Do you know where you’re heading?
Do you know what happiness is?
A choir of wise voices
Raises this important theme along my way
And perhaps there is no Colchis
But I’ll keep searching for it

And every dawn reminds me
To trust the path I’m on
That the whiteness of morning points the way
That I’m drawing closer to it
And full throttle, time and again
I chase without slowing down
Where the road ends, there lies Colchis
Unknown, and therefore most beautiful

Where the road ends, there is a song
Unknown, and therefore most beautiful.