Zdzisława Sośnicka - Deszczowy wielbiciel

You said - look, forecasts amaze us
You said - look, this beach and you changed the slide
Through the winter in the middle of the city, the sound of the waves grew in my dreams
In my dreams, dreams with the sea
You said - coast, like the warm crug is awaiting us
And you even wanted to take a cat as a tourist
But instead of dreams about the sea, heats and eels
Rain and empty harbour

Instead of waves and skimpy fashion
I have a rainy July of water
Here it's the menu for two of us
A whim of bad weather
For nothing the sweetness of your eyes
In this rainy July of water
You had to come out of the foam for me and what
Only rain

I can't stand your dry, clever words
If the rain, then perhaps in Cisna, but not here
Because of your bad metaphors, my umbrella is leaking
No, I can't any longer
And even the crocodile itself, can't
get you out
Out of this water, where you are stuck up to your ears, because of this rain

Instead of waves and skimpy fashion
I have a rainy July of water
Here it's the menu for two of us
A whim of bad weather
For nothing the sweetness of your eyes
In this rainy July of water
You had to come out of the foam for me and what
Only rain

Instead of waves...