Gardenia - Inny rytm

I meet that girl on the dead end street.
She dance to the music, she dance to the beat.
She has so fine to concentration.
She sicks to the rhythm, she sticks to the beat.

She moves her body up and down.
She moves her body, she moves around.
She moves her body up and down.
She moves her body and then the music stops.

Satisfy!

Porusza się jak syjamski kot.
Kiedy czuje rytm, rusza się jak kot.
W słuchawkach metalowy beat.
Przenika do żył, przenika do krwi.

Porusza ciałem w górę, w dół.
Porusza ciałem w górę, w dół.
Nie ma czasu skoncentrować się.
Obraca się, obraca się, obraca się.

I meet that girl on the dead end street.
She dance to the music, she dance to the beat.
She has so fine to concentration.
She sicks to the rhythm, she sticks to the beat.

I`m talkin` to the rhythm, movin` to the rhythm, dyin` to the rhythm.
I`m talkin` to the rhythm, movin` to the rhythm, dyin` to the rhythm.
I`m talkin` to the rhythm, movin` to the rhythm, dyin` to the rhythm.
And the beat is all I need you!