Jacek Kaczmarski - Przyjaciele

Two friends once lived;
One they had taste and hearing
And they looked at the world with the same eyesight;
And in the world the war was on;
People's war separated;
They all walked on with a steady pace:

They pressed the trigger together;
Together they took the bread in their mouths
And they wrote home letters in an instant;
It was easier to fight together;
When blood baths are around;
And after the baths it was easier when they drank together.

This was their little drama:
One drank and the other drank;
Spill in throats which fell simultaneously;
But at least they drank together;
In an instant they took a bite;
One later got drunk the other one earlier;

One of them saw it once
The pole he immediately climbed on -
Whether he was sober or drunk is silent;
Then a terrible cry of a friend:
Get off! They will see and shoot down!
Where and for what !? Come down! For God's sake!

Why should I be dead soon?
This is a very good pole;
So that I can broaden my horizons!
I look up and to the side
And my views are not bad;
And besides, I look over the fronts!

But I tremble for you!
Come down here to me, I'm begging you!
He calls his friend and releases his gun in despair:
For your own good after all
I accompany you around the world!
For me, friendship will always mean friendship!

The trigger finger obeyed and
Blood-colored dark clouds
It fell like a sack that was looking for a trail of stars;
Nobody ever found out;
What he saw while he was sitting there -
A pole, like a pole - and you only have a friend once!