Ewa Kuklińska - Rebeka

I saw you, for the first time in my life
And my heart in secret,
Silently whispered:
This is he!

I do not know why, after all, you were a stranger,
There are other boys in the city,
I remember you,
From those parts.

You bought a trinket and in my store,
Always so full of shouting,
Everything went quiet,
Even me!

Saying "adieu," you laughed at me,
Ah, how I grieve immensely,
That I did not know you,
That day!

O my dreamed of,
O my longed-for one,
After all, you do not know about it,
That in a small town behind you someone,
Cried tears from his eyes.

That poor Rebecca,
In reverie is waiting,
Until you come for her yourself.
And you will take her away,
As your wife, hen to the palace gates....

That rapture, that splendor,
This wonder,
I imagine,
My God!

In the marketplace,
All the crowd,
And on me shines,
White wedding attire!....

O my dreamed of,
O my longed-for one,
Has anyone loved you like me?
But I am poor and this is my dream,
Which all my life lasts....

I remember the day,
It was afternoon,
I went to wash under the well,
Someone by car came along.

And there by your side,
She was sitting,
Wife or fiancée,
As if through a fog I saw you?....

Something twisted,
Went around in my head,
I have such poor health,
In my heart squeezed at the bottom.

I fell to the pavement,
To you directly at your feet,
Cupping me, full of trepidation,
"What are you?" - you asked me.

O my dreamed,
O my longed-for one,
After all, don't you know about it,
That in a small town,
Behind you someone, cried tears from his eyes....

That poor Rebecca in reverie is waiting,
Until You come for her yourself.
And you will take, her as your wife,
Hen, to the palace of the gates....

This rape, the splendor, this miracle,
I imagine, oh my God!
In the market all the crowd,
And a white wedding outfit shines on me!...

O my dreamed of,
O my longed-for one,
Has anyone loved You like me?
But I am poor and this is my dream,
Which all my life lasts....

(c) 1980 performed by Ewa Kuklinska