{"id":5843,"date":"2015-01-29T23:20:36","date_gmt":"2015-01-29T23:20:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/polish\/?p=5843"},"modified":"2015-01-30T02:00:21","modified_gmt":"2015-01-30T02:00:21","slug":"dont-leave-me-on-the-ice-polish-poem-poslizg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/polish\/dont-leave-me-on-the-ice-polish-poem-poslizg\/","title":{"rendered":"Don’t leave me on the ice…Polish poem “Po\u015blizg”"},"content":{"rendered":"

The winter isn’t coming, winter is already here. Whether you like it or not there is nothing you can do about it. It seems that the best thing for all of us will be if we just enjoy all the attractions winter gives us. It could be skiing, ice skating, sliding, building a snowman:) All of this should be fun…but remember: whatever you do, don’t leave your friends on the ice! (“Nie zostawiaj przyjaci\u00f3\u0142 na lodzie”<\/strong>).<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n“Po\u015blizg”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autor: Zosiak<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Silp”<\/em><\/p>\n

Author: Zosiak<\/em><\/p>\n

\u273a<\/p>\n

Nie zostawiaj mnie zim\u0105 na lodzie,<\/strong>
\n skoro wiesz, \u017ce nie b\u0119d\u0119 szcz\u0119\u015bliwa.<\/strong>
\n Dni s\u0105 kr\u00f3tkie, w ciemno\u015bciach zab\u0142\u0105dz\u0119.<\/strong>
\n Lepiej latem, to w morzu pop\u0142ywam.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Do not leave me in the winter on the ice,<\/em>
\nwhen you know that I will not be happy.<\/em>
\nDays are short, I will get lost in the darkness.<\/em>
\nBetter in the summer, I could swim in the sea.<\/em>
\n\u273a
\nLub jesieni\u0105, gdy drzewa si\u0119 z\u0142oc\u0105.<\/strong>
\n Spaceruj\u0105 parami przechodnie.<\/strong>
\n Nie zostawiaj, no pomy\u015bl, no po co?<\/strong>
\n Chyba zaczn\u0119 rozpacza\u0107 okropnie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Or in the autumn, when the trees turn gold.<\/em>
\nPedestrians walk in pairs.<\/em>
\nDo not leave, think, well, why?<\/em>
\nI guess I’ll grieve terribly.<\/em>
\n\u273a
\nCho\u0107 mi\u0142o\u015bci\u0105 tak wielk\u0105 nie p\u0142on\u0119,<\/strong>
\n b\u0119d\u0119 g\u0142odem przymiera\u0107 poma\u0142u,<\/strong>
\n bo kt\u00f3\u017c inny serwuje mielone<\/strong>
\n pozlepiane z naj\u015bwie\u017cszych bana\u0142\u00f3w?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Though I don’t burn with a big love,<\/em>
\nI perish with hunger slowly,<\/em>
\nbecause who else’s serves “mielone”(looks like hamburger)<\/em>
\nstuck together with the freshest platitudes?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u273a<\/p>\n

Nawet wiosn\u0105 si\u0119 w smutku pogr\u0105\u017c\u0119.<\/strong>
\n Chcesz, bym z \u017calu paznokcie obgryz\u0142a?<\/strong>
\n Nie zostawiaj mnie zim\u0105 na lodzie.<\/strong>
\n Przecie\u017c wiesz, \u017ce nie je\u017cd\u017c\u0119 na \u0142y\u017cwach.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Even in the spring I will be sad<\/em>
\nYou want me to bite my nails of in grief ?<\/em>
\nDo not leave me in the winter on the ice.<\/em>
\nYou know I don’t ice skate.<\/em><\/p>\n