What happens when you go?
When you leave this world behind?
Can the young ones carry out your legacy?
Can they preserve what you designed?
Where will all the romance go
once your souls leave us down below?
Who will kiss the hands of maidens
and who will sing those old, sweet songs?
Who will tell the stories of the war
and the love you left along the shore?
Who will teach us that here it’s a kiss upon the cheek,
And there it’s two,
and in Poland three?
Can those of us with shorter memories,
continue passing on your secret recipes?
The world will be an empty place,
without you here, without the history.
And that we will do things right when you are gone,
there is no guarantee.