Wojciech Gąssowski: Zielone wzgórza nad Soliną

The green hills above the Solina, and forgotten of the paths trace,it flows above the forests the clouds flotilla,it wind chase birds wandering,and farther you see already the horizont,for us from distanced pages it come back, above the Solina it is already evening,and silence of which knows my Home,over the river is night, in the street of the dreams,it counts the spark stars,smile you, on the sure here.you will come back more than once,The green hills over the Solina,covers dusk with a gray cloak,Don't say good bye through the summer will pass,We meet here again for the year.