Czerwone Gitary - Wszystkim którzy o nas pamiętali

Sometimes behind the ocean cloud,
Friends disappear. It happens so often,
But if they live in your memory -
No more is needed, because there lives the heart.
Right there, not far,
White dawn will wake us up.
To those paths, to those people
From the old days we return.

To all who remembered us,
We send flowers from our trees.
Let the flame of our flowers always burn,
Like the sincere singing burns.
To all who remembered us,
We thank from the depths of our souls.
Hey, wanderer! Call us from the dark distance
And predict for yourself from our music.

Everyone has breaks in their life story,
Disappearing as if enchanted, taking wrong turns...
But even if silent for long,
It counts the hours: March, December, January...
Right there, not far,
A new dawn will wake us up.
To those paths, to those people
From the old days we return.

To all who remember us,
We send flowers from our trees.
Let the flame of our flowers always burn,
Like the sincere singing burns.
To all who remember us,
We thank from the depths of our souls.
Hey, wanderer! Call us from the dark distance
And predict for yourself from our music.

Hey, wanderer! Call us from the dark distance
And predict for yourself from our music.