Maryla Rodowicz - Pszczoły na wrotkach

What is it, and I do not know for myself,
I know the bees well -
He said a pansy.
Heca, heca - he calls without.
Yes - they are bees, although they do not fly,
After flower petals, they quickly come down,
Oh, there will be gossip rumors,
Hey, hey, the bees are on roller-skates.

Dzyń, tzyń, tzyń - sings the forest,
Bees can make it on time today
For honeydews - they drive, drive, and drive.
Bees, butterflies and ants swarm
The meetings were convened in the forest oak,
Bees are already working in the sweat of their brows,
Bumble buzz around.

How great to ride in a circle
Through the woods to meadows,
Hop, hop, hop, on wheels,
When the wings get tired of the wind,
When there are no more forces,
One, two, I'm going now.

Czyr, czyr, czyr - thoughts gil,
Yes - it's bees - they have a style,
It's an idea, applause, applause, bravo biis
Oh, they have bees a wise queen,
Hey, you word, head yours,
Birds would also like something new,
Something new and wise.

How great to ride in a circle ...

Noise, noise, noise - bird trel,
Bees dance, enjoy themselves,
They already have a day, go, ride, go again,
The forest drives them jealousy,
The wasp was angry with anger,
Oh, there will be gossip rumors,
Hey, hey, the bees are on roller-skates.