This week Ela dreamt
The Beatles wanted to see her.
And they suddenly dropped by to visit
Not Kasia, not Basia,
But specifically Elka – no way!
Ela talked about it at school,
Ola and Jola burst with envy,
And Agnieszka too,
Magda and Toszka,
Redheaded Zoszka,
And the fool Małgoszka,
Iwonka burst,
Iza and Kama,
Wanda,
And even Wanda’s mama,
Plus a few Ewas and Beatas,
Because this kind of dream is a real treasure.
Just like in a movie, all four of them appeared,
Windows thrown open:
Look! It’s the Beatles!
And everyone who was outside then
Saw their stylish mop-tops.
People ran over from all sides,
And Elka to the guys:
- Hello, Paul!
- Hello, George!
- Hello, Ringo!
- Hello, John!
As an answer they grabbed their guitars right there
(O tremble, surrounding sidewalks!)
And they played so,
And they sang so,
That Ela’s heart was about to jump out.
They finished playing – and they climbed, jostling sillily,
Through the window in Elka’s room.
Pouring tea service from the buffet,
Elka said: ‘Sit down please.’
And the Beatles, having drank up their tea, they begged:
‘With us! With us!’
That she would sing with them at least once.
And she sang, and they played,
The roar was like in a concert hall,
Big Ben danced on the guitar string…
In the morning at breakfast papa
with the mien of a satrap was curious:
- What are you doing Elka singing in your sleep like that?