On a chosen path, nothing makes sense
at first, you’re moving blind
paddling in the middle of the ocean
on a moonless night

Wzniosę się lekko
Po czym, upadnę miękko.
Pytasz, czy wiem kto
Za mną tęskni teraz?
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I levitated lightly,
landed very softly.
You ask me if I know
Who’s missing me now?

I’ve been captured in a fox’s den,
slid down like Alice, but never saw its end.
”Quit wishful thinking”, the sly fox said.
Yet I held a grip, even when my nails bled.

Do you like hearing the colors of the rainbow,
in a rainy town, where the rays peek at sundown?