Katarzyna Groniec - Bez księżyca

In the middle of the night without the moon
The flowers inhale the wicked smell
Why do the witches cry pouring lovage to their tea

In the middle of the night without the moon
Someone's making the bed of love
The witches are dancing, dancing
'Round miss violoncello

In the middle of the night without the moon
Mutterings and sightings
That's the witches who are sighting
That's the ground who mutters in it's sleep

In the middle of the summer, in the middle of the night
Seagulls falling on their heads
Violoncello brushes hair
The trees are growing in the dark

In the middle of the summer, in the middle of the night
Witches, tears, sightings
Violoncello grew her hair in my memory
In the middle of the summer, in the middle of the night
The flowers inhale the wicked smell
Why do the witches cry pouring lovage to their tea

In the middle of the night without the moon
Someone's making the bed of love
The witches are dancing, dancing
'Round miss violoncello

In the middle of the night without the moon
Mutterings and sightings
That's the witches who sighting
That's the ground who mutters in it's sleep

In the middle of the summer, in the middle of the night
Witches, tears, sightings
Violoncello grew her hair in my memory