If I shouldn’t be alive

If I shouldn’t be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.

 

If I couldn’t thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I’m trying
With my granite lip!

 

*****

 

A jak bym już nie miała żyć
I by drozdom było przyjść,
Daj temu w krawatce rdzej
Okruch ku pamięci mej.

 

Gdybym jak dziękować nie miała,
Bo po prostu bym spała,
Wiedz, że to mój gust
Z kroju mych kamiennych ust!

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