Natalia Sikora - Czarne włosy

When my kisses are tangled in black hair
Her beautiful black hair as in the darkest night
They will discover the secret that under the veil of darkness
Her black hair hides a cheerful, bright face
When she covered her long black hair with black
Shiny eyes two hidden at night shadow
The fog will turn bluish, because my trembling fingers
Black hair and brittle skin on the back
Whiter and immaculate black hair
Among which I lose my breath, among which I lose my sight
But I live because my senses are filled with a dense smell
What on the fingertips turns into sensitivity
When my whispers are full of wet, black hair
Because sadness turned the tears of separation into black rain
Which of the black hair flows down the white taut neck
Hidden behind the curtain of her black hair still
Black and white hair sails in a storm after the storm
Filled with black wind from the ink-jet seas
He will leave the dawn boat, which will scatter the darkness suddenly
It will go away with the sun and will not return anymore
It will go away with the sun and will not return anymore
It will go away with the sun and will not return anymore
Black hair
Black hair