Anna German - Powracające walczyki

The melody of waltz
Is still hobbling
The old waltz doesn't cast a shadow anymore
Walks around with nonsense
Forgotten, the sweetest
And asks the memories for a dance

Takes out the memories from the oblivion
And calls the memories from afar
And the sorrow that doesn't know how to complain
Better nobody's memories
The memories brought out of the oblivion
And the dried rose, that lives on in the blue album

Don't come back this way, waltzes
Pa ra ram, pa ra ram, pa ra ram,
The returns, late waltzes
What are they for?
The empty mirrors have lost their reflections
Among the fog, the blind fog
What do you still expect, waltzes?
One, two, three...

The waltz doesn't listen to me at all
Dressed up in shawls, veils
And repeats its tender request
Discouraged by nothing
Counts to three
It will finally get what he wants, for sure

One, two, three, hands in hands
One, two, three, and the whole evening
Will drown in a drop of waltz
One, two, three, and it's enough
One, two, three, for both of us
This waltz, this waltz
The heart wants to beat to its rhythm again

I don't want you to leave, waltzes,
Just today, pa ra ram,
Just today
Why to come back to the dim and distant past,
Where to go?
On the broken vinyl
Hum for us, play for us
Before you come back from there, waltzes
Tam, tam, tam