Face features are rough and prolate,
Black velvet dress has always been shining.
Youth in my granny! Now it is late...
Who owed your kisses, embrace's entwining?
Hands, playing waltzes of Shopen
In halls of the castles in idle.
Just fingers are cold and so open,
Hair, lying sideways to face in a spiral.
Straight and severe, unpredictable eye -
Glance, which is ready for war.
Immature women don't even try
Gazing this way. Therefore,
How many chances you've taken away
How many failures were briefly accomplished,
Were scarcely buried in grave
By you, 20 y.o. Polish...
Day is so virgin, wind is so blue,
Stars have submissively vanished.
- Granny! is this truly from you? -
The revolt, which will never be banished!