In an eastern city where I won’t return br there is a winged stone light and huge br lightning strikes this winged stone br I close my eyes to remember br in my city where I won’t return br there is heavy and nourishing water br the one who gives you a cup of this water br gives you the faith you will still return br in my faraway city that has gone br from all maps of the world there is bread that can nourish br throughout life black as the faith you will see again br stone bread water and the presence of towers at dawnbr br Zbigniew Herbertbr br