Footbridge Over the Narew River

The footbridge is in a deplorable state. You need to be careful.

And when such a spring comes,
That the river will burst from its banks,
You will ask with your eyes full
melting snow:Tell me, tell me on what island
Tell me which meadow
You will stand still and light the fire
Beyond the fire of my thoughts.
I will not warm your hands with them,
Driven by anxiety.And when such a summer comes,
That the forest will turn into a forest,
you ask, looking uneasy
With green eyes:Tell me, tell me, across which river
Tell me across which sea
You will find a place and sow a field
Wavy grain?
I don't know, I don't know if it's bad for the seeds,
I don't know if it's a waste of toil,
When you never get the harvest
Driven by anxiety.And when such autumn comes,
That the birds won't fly away
You ask me and your eyes
They will shine gold…