Percival Schuttenbach - Pocałunek

Where have you been, my daughter?
Where were you-tell me, daughter
I was, mommy, there, near the river
Where gray stream of water flows
Under the lead skies' eyelid
And harsh wind is whistling

What have you seen, my daughter?
What have you seen-tell me, daughter
I saw a boat- I'll tell you that
Where rustling rush trembles
Where water's splashing like when fishing
And harsh wind is whistling

What did he tell you, my daughter?
What did he tell you-tell me, daughter
He said noting, but without single word
Triple kissed me in the lips
Oh, what an unspeakable pleasure!
And wind is whistling around

Who was sailing the boat, my daughter?
Who was manning the boat-tell me, daughter
There was someone dressed in white sailing it
Light was in his pupils
Like stars' fire under the ceiling od skies
And harsh wind is whistling

What did he tell you, my daughter?
What did he tell you-tell me, daughter
He said noting, but without single word
Triple kissed me in the lips
Oh, what an unspeakable pleasure!
And wind is whistling around

Why have you gone so cold, my daughter?
Why have you gone so pale-tell me, daughter
She said no word
Her head fell on breasts
From her eyes death glanced out
And the wind whistled around