Maurizio Pollini playing nocturne no. 8 in D-flat.
Given whom he shacked up with and where he lived most of his adult life and subsequently died, I suppose we could say bonne anniversaire Monsieur Chopin. I have no clue how to say it in Polish, but that matters not. Chopin spoke through the universal language, and beautifully.
Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to get the hell out of
Dodge work, spin some of the man's discs, completely forget that politics and the real world even exist, and write.