Kaśka Sochacka - Balkon

I see you on the balcony.
September is warm and sweet.
Cigarette after cigarette.
And there are ferns in the window.

You are wearing that blouse.
With your favorite pale red patterns.
Pipe smoke flows to the right side.
The wind is blows your hair.

I would like to say a lot.
I would like to say a lot.
To know.

I see you on the balcony.
You look ahead in the same sad way.
With left hand leaning on one of the plastic chair.

The peonies didn't bloom this year.
Even though you gave them so much.
You say something under your breath.
You lift the curtain.
And disappear.

I would like to say a lot.
I would like to say a lot.
To know.