Artur Andrus - Bez katarynek

When you walk through the city,
You can see, that
From the cafe to the statue,
The ghost disappears

And in the town square just miracles,
When the man of the mountains plays on the bagpipes
Tango "Por la noche negra" -
Something's not right

What is a town square without barrel organs
And where are those nights without a moment's sleep?
What is a town square without barrel organs?
What is Spring without lilacs?

I'm coming Mr Leonard
I'm coming, but progressively
I don't know, and I'll embarrassingly admit this,
Why I'm coming.

At one point you got it right, sir,
That escaping from people,
Like a crane in a compact key,
Are their remaining emotions


What is a town square without barrel organs
And where are those nights without a moment's sleep?
What is a town square without barrel organs?
What is Spring without lilacs?

She apparently dreams about him,
He has an imaginative pseudonym
And every night he walks around,
Half the city.

But when he returns in the morning
With a ruined reputation,
After this neglectful night,
Her heart sobs


What is a town square without barrel organs
And where are those nights without a moment's sleep?
What is a town square without barrel organs?
What is Spring without lilacs?

When he finally breaks open the box,
Buys himself a barrel organ,
And when he finally composes himself,
A flower shop

For your problems and drama
Barrel organs or flowers,
Maybe some Spring rains,
And something else

A forest road, Van Gogh's paintings
A bottle of wine, cinema tickets,
Good pharmacies and discos,
Al dente pasta, many acres of land,
And the sun, and a river,
Sztaudynger's poems,
Well, you can't whine,
There's a wide selection!

What is a town square without barrel organs
And where are those nights without a moment's sleep?
What is a town square without barrel organs?
What is Spring without lilacs?