- A Parable Of The Poppy
On a poppy seed is a tiny house,
Dogs bark at the poppy-seed moon,
And never, never do those poppy-seed dogs
Imagine that somewhere there is a world much larger.
The Earth is a seed - and really no more,
While other seeds are planets and stars.
And even if there were a hundred thousand,
- Milosc
Słuchaj, słuchaj...
Czy w wietrze nie słyszysz, jak śpiewa
Mój głos, w którym jest moja miłość i tęsknota
Taka prosta i mocna jak wiosenne drzewa
Jak sprężone gałęzie młodych wierzb w opłotkach
Poprzez pola wiatr gęsty wiosną w serce chlusta
Oddech w piersi tamuje i krwią tętni w skroniach
- Throw It Away
I think about the life I live
A figure made of clay
And think about the things I lost
The things I gave away
- Waltz For Debby
In her own sweet world,
Populated by dolls and clowns and a prince and a big purple bear,
Lives my favourite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns that we weary grownups all wear.
In the sun,
She dances to silent music;
Songs that are spun
- Woman's Work
Will you forgive me that I didn’t run
To welcome you as you came to the door
Forgive I did not saw your (buttons) on
And left a mess (?) on the kitchen floor
A woman’s work is never done
And there’s more