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Perfect - Nie p?acz Ewka English translation lyrics
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Don't cry, Ewka
Don’t cry, Ewka, since there is no room here For your female tears The wind is blowing wild in Love Street Among broken windowpanes Look, pretty poets have wasted The meaning of truth in games They are sending S.O.S into the world In empty half-a-litre bottles Goodbye to you, I know I’ll not settle all urgent matters I’m going alone to the place Where I’m awaited I have had a few friends, over there, For many years I always sing for them I play for them Once again Goodbye to you We’ll not meet The prose of life kills friendship The thin bond breaks A T.V. set, furniture, a small Fiat car That is the most ambitious dream Hey, you prophets of mine from my angry years You’re growing fat Money got you in its grip Betrayal is flowing from your lips Goodbye to you... Translation by Ivonna Nowicka
Nie p?acz Ewka
Nie p?acz Ewka, bo tu miejsca brak Na twe babskie ?zy Po ulicy Mi?o?? hula wiatr W?ród rozbitych szyb Patrz poeci ?liczni prawdy sens Roztrwonili w grach W pó?litrówkach pustych S.O.S. wysy?aj? w ?wiat ?egnam was, ju? wiem Nie za?atwi? wszystkich pilnych spraw Id? sam w?a?nie tam, Gdzie czekaj? mnie Tam przyjació? kilku mam Od lat Dla nich zawsze ?piewam Dla nich gram Jeszcze raz ?egnam was Nie spotkamy si? Proza ?ycia, to przyja?ni kat P?ka cienka ni? Telewizor, meble, ma?y Fiat Oto marze? szczyt Hej prorocy moi z gniewnych lat Obrastacie w t?uszcz Ju? was w swoje szpony dopad? szmal Zdrada p?ynie z ust ?egnam was... (2x)
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Author: Bogdan Olewicz
Composer: Zbigniew Ho?dys
Publisher: Universal Music Polska
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- Country: Poland
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