From many an oven one has eaten bread1
For I've been looking at the world for many years
Oftentimes head hurt in the morning2
And they said then: change of climate
Sometimes a great reception came
Or a celebration of proletarians
Sometimes a journey in the best of cars
But mostly gray routes of the county3
But this has already happened and won't come back
And though so much has happened
The silly heart still longing onwards
But this has already happened and disappeared somewhere behind
Though our papers say we gained years
Indeed we are still same as before
On the bookshelf a collection of records
And papers full of interviews
Another dawn outside the windows
And children's breathing in the sleeping room
They are flying a road to the stars
Through the blue sky's ocean
But after some time
They will be singing this themselves:
But this has already happened and won't come back
And though so much has happened
The silly heart still longing onwards
But this has already happened and disappeared somewhere behind
Though our papers say we gained years
Indeed we are still same as before
1. A polish phrase meaning multiple, diverse experiences2. A reference, I think, to hangover3. Powiat is a secondary administrative divide unit in Poland