Kora Jackowska - Zabawa w chowanego

Tłumaczenie:

You can be silent long, can be long
At the bottom push the memory images.
Wonder who was to blame
I ask Father thrice admirable.

I need a time machine to go back,
For the silent streets smelling bzami,
Wonderful gardens and wealthy homes,
Wrapped in wine and grapes.

I have to go back to the image you
Old, nice, to St. John's,
Perypatetyty the soul which weighs 3 grams,
God bless you all said and bowed.

There were times that we called a gesture or word,
He chose one, like a sheep from the flock.
Where were you that everything you see
And you're looking at, looking at us from afar.

We walked slowly home cudnego,
To eat grapes in arcyśmiały.
With pants, lips, and mouth to mouth.
With such small children's hands (including small ones).

This is a new kind of fun,
The secrets Ciuciu grandmother and hell and heaven, silent phone call.
And your favorite play hide and seek.

This is a new kind of fun,
The secrets Ciuciu grandmother and hell and heaven, silent phone call.
And your favorite play hide and seek.