Daria Zawiałow - Jeszcze w zielone gramy

Through the may and through december man is going like a madman
And behind us there’s a hundred missed occasions
Someone points out, despite colds, hots, winter, summer
All the missed opportunities and someone’s right, but yet

We are still playing green, we are not yet dying
Yet still one morning, we will bounce off the wall
Yet the spring rains will wake the sward green
Yet the winter garbage will burn on the spring’s campfires

We are still playing green, our sight is yet flaming
Yet the ones who were threatening will bow to us
We can be in trouble, but in depth of despair
Not yet, long not yet

So let’s not worry ‘cause in the end we're not the only people for whom something’s not well
What counts is to have least once-a-month meeting with faith
To write in heart’s notebook, every sentence clear
And to repeat silently those simple words

We are still playing green, we are not yet dying
Yet our dreams will be fulfilled, as will pretty days and plans
Let just not fall upon premature worries
Let’s be like an old sparrow who are not scared of scarecrow

We are still playing green, though our hair gets grayer
Yet the salt will be wise and oli will be fair
We’re lead by different paths, but the one who ends wrong
Not yet, long not yet

We are still palying green, will of life is still in us
Yet in ours attics everyone’s fixing their broken wings
And Ikar thinks to himself, though he has fall countless times
If the wind would blow firmly I would fly yet once again

We are still playing green, though life is not easy
We are playing our roles, amateours without a prompter
We are acting in different plays, though in the one which end bad
Not yet, long not yet