Edyta Bartosiewicz - Orkiestra tamtych dni

"The Orchestra of those Days"

My father was a modest locksmith
Who in sudden a flash of unendurable…
Melancholy
Used to lock himself in his workshop
And committed all that sadness to the sound of his concertina

Once again let me
Hear the song of those days
Of the most tender strings
Let that music
Sweetly play
In my heart

My neighbour from six got his goat
When my daughter’s fiancé
stuck around outside their house
And played saxophone
And though the neighbour was an unusually peaceful man by nature
He went out to the balcony in his dressing gown
And blew on his French horn with all his might

Once again let me
Hear the song of those days
Of the most tender strings
Let that music
Sweetly play
In my heart

That night when the din was about to die away
Some magic fell down on to the whole block
Everyone listened intently to the Moonlight Sonata
Yet it might have happened that someone made an off-key sound of him
And his solo played constable on the drums

Once again let me
Hear the song of those days
Of the most tender strings
Let that music
Sweetly play
In my heart

Once again let me hear the song
Of orchestra of those days
And though no-one talked here of any conductor
Everyone played his instrument best

Once again let me
Hear the song of those days
Of the most tender strings
Let that music
Sweetly play
In my heart

Let it sweetly play once again!