{"id":5629,"date":"2014-09-30T02:38:32","date_gmt":"2014-09-30T02:38:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/polish\/?p=5629"},"modified":"2014-09-30T02:38:32","modified_gmt":"2014-09-30T02:38:32","slug":"how-not-to-love-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/polish\/how-not-to-love-autumn\/","title":{"rendered":"How not to love autumn?"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Autumn is my favorite time of the year! A lot of people in Poland think about fall as a very said, rainy season. I always find something beautiful and positive in it though…<\/p>\n

Jak nie kocha\u0107 jesieni… (How not to love autumn…)<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

Tadeusz Wywrocki<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

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Jak nie kocha\u0107 jesieni, jej babiego lata,<\/b><\/p>\n

Li\u015bci niesionych wiatrem, w rytm deszczu ta\u0144cz\u0105cych.<\/b><\/p>\n

Ptak\u00f3w, co przed podr\u00f3\u017c\u0105 na drzewach usiad\u0142y,<\/b><\/p>\n

Czekaj\u0105c na swych braci, za morze lec\u0105cych.<\/b><\/p>\n

How not to love autumn, it’s gossamer<\/p>\n

Leaves carried by the wind, dancing in the rain\u00a0rhythm<\/p>\n

Birds, who rested on the tree before the trip<\/p>\n

While waiting for their brothers, flying overseas.<\/p>\n

\u273a<\/p>\n

Jak nie kocha\u0107 jesieni, jej barw purpurowych,<\/b><\/p>\n

Szarych, \u017c\u00f3\u0142tych, czerwonych, srebrnych, szczeroz\u0142otych.<\/b><\/p>\n

Gdy bia\u0142\u0105 mg\u0142\u0105 otuli zachodz\u0105cy ksi\u0119\u017cyc,<\/b><\/p>\n

Koj\u0105c w twym s\u0142abym sercu, codzienne zgryzoty.<\/b><\/p>\n

How not to love autumn, it’s purple colors<\/p>\n

grays, yellows, reds, silver, gold<\/p>\n

When the white mist gently wraps itself around the moon occurring,<\/p>\n

Soothing in your faint of heart, the daily grief.<\/p>\n

\u273a<\/p>\n

Jak nie kocha\u0107 jesieni, smutnej, zatroskanej,<\/b><\/p>\n

Pe\u0142nej t\u0119sknoty za tym, co ju\u017c nie powr\u00f3ci.<\/b><\/p>\n

Chryzantemy pobieli, dla tych, kt\u00f3rych nie ma.<\/b><\/p>\n

Szronem \u0142\u0105ki maluje, ukoi, zasmuci.<\/b><\/p>\n

How not to love autumn, sad and anxious<\/p>\n

Full of longing for that which will not return.<\/p>\n

Chrysanthemums glitter, for those that are not with us anymore.<\/p>\n

Frost meadows paints, soothe, upset.<\/p>\n

\u273a<\/p>\n

Jak nie kocha\u0107 jesieni, siostry listopada,<\/b><\/p>\n

Tego, co kr\u00f3lowanie blaskiem \u015bwiec rozpocznie.<\/b><\/p>\n

I w swoim majestacie uczy nas pokory.<\/b><\/p>\n

Bez s\u0142owa na cmentarze wzywa nas corocznie.<\/b><\/p>\n

How not to love autumn, November’s sister<\/p>\n

What’s reign candlelight begin.<\/p>\n

And in your majesty humbling.<\/p>\n

Without a word to the cemeteries calls us every year.<\/p>\n