O porażce

Gorzka herbata nie smakuje
ale wiem czemu ją piję
cierpki smak powoduje,
że nie płaczę.

Nursery rhyme

A motherless child

is like a blade of grass

prone to every wind

wishing for the time to pass

For such a child,

the spring don't come

and no winter is mild

and no place is home...

For such a child,

how one happiness finds?

with no twinkling star

with no diamonds in the sky...

Inspired by "Mama is the best" chinese children song