Nie ogarniam.
Fajna jakość, pozdro.
Now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fog,
he sets the sails one last time,
saying farewell to the world,
anchor to the water, seabed far below,
grass still in his feet,
and a smile beneath his brow,
this is for long-forgotten,
light at the end of the world, horizon crying,
the tears he left behind long ago.