3. The Indifferent One
Your eyes are gentle as a girl's,
Young stranger,
And the delicate curve
Of your beautiful face, shadowed with down,
Is yet more seductive of contour.
On my doorstep your lips sing
An unknown and charming language
Like music out of tune . . .
Enter!
And let my wine refresh you . . .
But no, you pass,
And from my doorsill I see you move away
Making me a last gracious gesture,
And your hips lightly swing
In your languid, feminine gait. . . .
Kraków, aula Florianka, 2011
soprano - Tetyana Boretska
piano - Anna Dębowska-Jaroszek
