Grażyna Łobaszewska - Piosenka o ludziach z duszą

***A song about people with souls***

Ordinary people carry in their hearts
Faith in love, sometimes sadness
On a weekday instead of on holidays
They open their souls.

She is naive and sensitive
She's got her hands work-worn
And on the back, there's a shirt
She's got her thoughts tangled.


People with souls like Babel
Old books out of fashion
From Gogol to Remarque
But they live rather modestly.

Melancholy sometimes with the blues
Also sometimes inspires
If there is a flame in our souls
In Płock, Lesko, Żyrardów.
People with souls like the cinema
But preferably in Illusion
Although that time has long since passed
The most important thing in it was human.

In big cities, big people
Have plastic hearts
They pay with a card as if for the goods
For their emotional life.

Actresses and models
They strain their bodies in the ramp lights
They talk about sweet trivialities
Dressed in feathers and bows.
People with souls like the cinema
But preferably in illusion
Although that time has long since passed
The most important thing in it was the man.

Ordinary people carry in their hearts
Faith in love, sometimes sadness
On a weekday instead of on holidays
They open their souls.