Zdzisława Sośnicka - Nim weźmiesz mnie w ramiona (wersja pierwsza, radiowa)

Our quarrels are so cruel
As if you had with the devil a pact
Instead of awarding my tears with fur
You pull faces so hard
By your stare the jug cracks
Someone has mistook in studio one
The kettle is out of tune, mirror too
You are pouring pepper to tea again
It's a Doomsday!

Our silence straight from the placard
As official as bank
Who hasn't heard of the quiet days
Knows à la carte life
Even the plates are running out
Where can be something for sleep to take?
I'm gonna bet - you don't even know
What did we do this time...

Before you take me in your arms
Throw your anger behind
Check, what does "wife" stands for
In your supermale sky
Are there still some causes like those
For which after all, it's worth it despite storms
Despite the years be above?

Our quarrels are so sad
I don't have enough strenghts
You will speciously have a snooze
I know - it wasn't me, you say still
Only "Sorry" has lost somewhere
Maybye behind the wardrobe or glass
Maybye to the bottom of your heart?

Before you take me in your arms
Throw your anger behind
Check, what does "wife" stands for
In your supermale sky
Are there still some causes like those
For which after all, it's worth it despite storms
Despite the years be...

Before you take me in your arms
Throw your anger behind
Check, what does "wife" stands for
In your supermale sky
Are there still some causes like those
For which after all, it's worth despite the storms
Despite the years, once again, be one more time above?