Miłość, sen i śmierć nadchodzą pomałuSchwyć mnie za włosy i mocno pocałuj.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.