Wisława Szymborska - Family Album lyrics

No one in this family has ever died of love. No food for myth and nothing magisterial. Consumptive Romeos? Juliets diphtherial? A doddering second childhood was enough. No d**h-defying vigils, love-struck poses over unrequited letters strewn with tears! Here, in conclusion, as scheduled, appears a portly, pince-nez'd neighbor bearing roses. No suffocation-in-the-closet gaffes because the cuckold returned home too early! Those frills or furbelows, however flounced and whirly, barred no one from the family photographs. No Bosch-like hell within their souls, no wretches found bleeding in the garden, shirts in stains! (True, some did die with bullets in their brains, for other reasons, though, and on field stretchers.) Even this belle with rapturous coiffure who may have danced till dawn - but nothing smarter - hemorrhaged to a better world, bien sur, but not to taunt or hurt you, slick-haired partner. For others, d**h was mad and monumental - not for these citizens of a sepia past. Their griefs turned into smiles, their days flew fast, their vanishing was due to influenza.