Sława Przybylska - Jak dobrze z balladą wędrować

Whether sun in the sky, whether the evening is falling,
All over world a gypsy ballad is transported.
And is singing for tramps in green oak woods,
How well with the ballad to wander.
La la, the la la, the la la, the la la -
How well with the ballad to wander.

A ballad will sit down at the fire of the wanderer
And will throw the twig of the juniper into the fire.
Who once has choked on the similar smell,
The one will never fall asleep indoors.
La la, the la la, the la la, the la la -
The one will never fall asleep indoors.

A ballad is transported without the coat and barefooted,
He is falling asleep with the moon, and is waking up with the dew
And to none will change the gypsy lot
Melody of wide spaces.
Laj laj, laj laj, laj laj, laj la -
Melody of wide spaces.

There are other songs, sounding as hammers,
Cheerful melodies of everyday work,
And she is a bird, and she is a wind,
With gypsy longing for world.
Laj laj, laj laj, laj laj, laj laj -
With gypsy longing for world.

Whether sun in the sky, whether the evening is falling,
All over world a gypsy ballad is transported.
And is singing for tramps in green oak woods,
How well with the ballad to wander.