Zdzisława Sośnicka - Wedle wyroków twoich

There are no more voices and words
And the sand, wet sand is up to your mouth
There is silence, silence, silence
And surprise
That you want to live so much

Your home doesn't exist
There is nothing of yours
Only the pavement underfoot remained
There are no living people
You will never wake up
From the deepest, cruel dream

There is no more sun and trees
And the smoke, heavy smoke is rolling around
The night has come, black night, pitch-dark night -
Why are you calling?
No one will hear you...