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Z\u0142ote, \u017c\u00f3\u0142te i czerwone\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Opadaj\u0105 li\u015bcie z drzew,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Zwi\u0119d\u0142e li\u015bcie w obc\u0105 stron\u0119\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Pozanosi\u0142 wiatru wiew.<\/strong><\/p>\n Gold, yellow and red<\/p>\n Leaves ar falling from the trees<\/p>\n Wilted leaves are everywhere<\/p>\n Moved by a breath of wind<\/p>\n \n \u2739<\/p>\n Nasza chata niebogata,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Wiatr przewiewa j\u0105 na wskro\u015b,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n I przelata i ko\u0142ata,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Jakby do drzwi puka\u0142 kto\u015b.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Our cottage is not rich,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Wind whiff of it throughout.<\/p>\n And going through and makes noise,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As if someone was knocking on the door.<\/p>\n \u2739<\/p>\n W mokrych cieniach listopada\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Mo\u017ce kto\u015b zab\u0142\u0105ka\u0142 si\u0119?\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Nie, to tylko pies ujada.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Pomy\u015bl tak\u017ce i o psie.<\/strong><\/p>\n In wet shadows of November<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Maybe someone is lost?<\/p>\n No, it’s just a barking dog.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Think also about the dog.<\/p>\n \u2739<\/p>\n Strach na wr\u00f3ble wiatru s\u0142ucha,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Sam si\u0119 boi biedny strach,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Dmucha plucha-zawierucha,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Ca\u0142e szyby stoj\u0105 w \u0142zach.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Scarecrow is listening to the wind,<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 He is afraid by himself,<\/p>\n Blow slob-turmoil,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 All the windows are standing in tears.<\/p>\n \u2739<\/p>\n Jaki\u015b w\u0105t\u0142y w\u00f3z na szosie\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Ugrz\u0105z\u0142 w b\u0142ocie a\u017c po o\u015b,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Skrzypi\u0105, j\u0119cz\u0105 w deszczu osie,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Jakby w\u0142a\u015bnie p\u0142aka\u0142 kto\u015b.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n A frail car on the highway<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Stuck in the mud up to the axle.<\/p>\n Creak, they groan in the rain axles,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As if someone was crying.<\/p>\n \u2739<\/p>\n Mg\u0142y na polach, ciemno\u015b\u0107 w lesie,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Drga jesieni smutny ton,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Przyjdzie wiecz\u00f3r i przyniesie\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Sny i mg\u0142y, i stada wron.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Mists in the fields, the darkness of the forest,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Twitches autumn sad tone,<\/p>\n Come evening and will bring<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dreams and fog, and a flock of crows.<\/p>\n \u2739<\/p>\n Wyj\u015b\u0107 si\u0119 nie chce spod ko\u017cucha,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Blady promyk \u015bwiat\u0142a zgas\u0142,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Dmucha plucha-zawierucha,\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Zimno, ciemno, spa\u0107 ju\u017c czas.<\/strong><\/p>\n We do not want to get out from under the coat,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pale glimmer of light faded,<\/p>\n Blow slob-turmoil,<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cold, dark, it’s time to sleep.<\/p>\n