Mieczysław Fogg "The Very Last Sunday" ("To ostatnia niedziela" po angielsku)

It’s no time to look for excuses

This is really the end

Today came another richer and better

And with you has stolen my joy

I have one request maybe the last one

The first in many years

Give me this Sunday

Our last Sunday

And then let the world fall apart

That’s the very last Sunday

Today we’ll separate

Today we’ll go our own ways

For all the times

That’s the very last Sunday

So spare me this Sunday

Look at me with tenderness

For the last time

You’ll yet have enough of these Sundays

And what will be with me – who can say

That’s the very last Sunday

My dreams I’d imagined

Happinesss which I craved so

It’s finished now

Ask me what I’ll do and where I’m going

Where should I go, I know

Today there’s one answer for me

I know of no other

This answer’s... well, never mind

One thing’s important you must be happy

Don’t worry ‘bout me again

But ‘fore all this is finished

Before fate separates us

This one Sunday – give me

That’s the very last Sunday

Today we’ll separate

Today we’ll go our own ways

For all the times

That’s the very last Sunday

So spare me this Sunday

Look at me with tenderness

For the last time

You’ll yet have enough of these Sundays

And what will be with me – who can say

That’s the very last Sunday

My dreams I’d imagined

Happinesss which I craved so

It’s finished now

[1935]

Tłum. Mikołaj Zieliński & TŁM