Magdalena Welc: Babci zegar

Grandma's family clock, a family heirloom
he stuffed old minutes in the corners
he chased the wrong hour out of the cottage
he sighed heavily and finally rang

the household heard him
from the attic to the basement
heels clattered on the stairs
ancient banisters creaked
the darkness prudently hid behind the wardrobe
a sign that everything was ready for the Vilia

the wafer in father's hand turned white
mother's eyes as if through a mist
angels descended straight from heaven
brought blissful peace to the house

the wafer in father's hand turned white
mother's eyes as if through a mist
angels descended straight from heaven
brought blissful peace to the house

great matters remained beyond the threshold
Herod sent his troops among the people
The Three Kings had already set off
the shepherds sing that a miracle?

I want to believe in all this very much
at the crack of dawn when the day is born
to experience this mystery while awake
maybe more beautifully than a dream paints...
at the gray dawn when the day is born
maybe more beautifully than a dream paints...
I want to believe in all this very much
at the crack of dawn when the day is born
to experience this mystery while awake
maybe more beautifully than a dream paints...
I want to believe in all this very much
at the crack of dawn when the day is born
to experience this mystery while awake
maybe more beautifully than a dream paints..