Edyta Górniak - Dom dobrych drzew

The world
has suddenly shut so many doors
and so many days
bad ways, wrong ways are now forgotten

There is
a sense in cursing the next day
If I crave something, I want something
Good God will give me everything

This house, being saved into a forest
since today, let it be only ours
this house, protected by the good trees
and words, which are good to form a poem, all made of dreams

There
you're not ashamed of being yourself
mirror will always tell me the whole truth,
so I have what I want

There
birds over the head, over the fear
are making poems which sense
Is reaching the stars, I know it well

This house, being saved into a forest
since today, let it be only ours
this house, protected by the good trees
and words, which are good to form a poem, all made of dreams

I craved the air, the wind appeared
I craved space and I have the whole world

This house, being saved into a forest
since today, let it be only ours (only ours)
this house, protected by the good trees (good trees)
and words, which are good to form a poem, all made of dreams