Anna Jurksztowicz - Stan Pogody

Again a minor dispute, the barometer goes down,
The private sky is already foggy.
That's how I'd like to have the forecasts of our hearts,
For life, month, day - a map of forecasts.

Let Sputnik than,
Take a series of photos!
So that I could know how to
Predict our weather condition!

The sun is us, dark clouds are us,
Sudden storms, summer storms.
Dry highs are we, wet lows,
Such rain that the downpour - until it sings.

The sun is us, dark clouds are us,
Sudden storms, morning mists.
Sometimes drizzle, sometimes hail,
Sometimes it frosts - until fear.

And if they knew the cloudiness of your plan,
On hand then to have an umbrella, wellingtons.
Maybe so today, to the Cloud send a letter,
Private lessons take - finally know.

So the sun - is us, dark clouds are us,
Sudden storms, summer storms.
Dry highs are we, wet lows,
Such rain that the downpour - until it sings.

We're like the sun, we're similar to rain clouds,
To sudden gales, morning mists.
Alternately to drizzle and hail,
Sometimes it's freezing - until it's scary!

In my sky - the Sun is us, dark clouds are us,
Sudden storms, summer storms.
Dry highs are we, wet lows,
Such rain that the downpour - until it sings.

The sun is us, dark clouds are us,
Sudden storms, morning mists.
Sometimes drizzle, sometimes hail,
Close the door - lights out!

Your half-sun wants to sleep!

(c) 1987 performed by: Anna Jurksztowicz