Deus Ex Machina - Grzegorz Turnau

Dotd doszlimy.

Tu si rozwizay

Koniec z pocztkiem.

Przekady Homera

Na brzegu siedzc przegldamy teraz.

Nikt nie przypywa po nas.

Puste oceany.

Spokj gwatowny.

Moe to ju sierpie.

Moe strach.

Rozegrany przez nas umiejtnie.

Jest mi tak jakby ju byo za pno.

Moe to sierpie.

Ale drzew tu nie ma

A sierpie zawsze dojrzewa na drzewach.

Nikt nie przypywa.

Homerycki art

I wiatr z kamieni nam wry jak z kart.

Nikt nie przypywa

We have arrived by then.

Here they disbanded

No more starting.

Homer's Conversations

Now we are sitting on the shore.

Nobody comes for us.

Empty oceans.

Rapid calm.

Maybe it is August.

Maybe fear.

We played skillfully.

It is as if it is too late for me.

Maybe it's August.

But the trees aren't here

And August always ripens in trees.

Nobody comes.

Homeric Art

And the wind blows from the stones as if from cards.

Nobody comes