Joanna Dark - Pejzaż bez Ciebie

September is like a carpet, the likes of which don't happen often these days.
A buff-green carpet decorated with plenty of sunlight.
A landscape of hot snowflakes and cooling stars in a cold sky
The sadness that hangs from the cranes... A landscape without you...

Day after day, dream after dream, full moon and new moon, and the sun again.
The nights and days are still too nice, the dusk and dawn are helpless.

The bike is tired, scaring away the rooks and glides along the road,
The postman is coming, he's already under the red rowan tree,
He complains about the heat... He has a message for me... One hundred and nine zlotys...
It returns the same way... No one... Landscape without you...

Day after day, dream after dream, full moon and new moon, and the sun again.
The nights and days are still too nice, the dusk and dawn are helpless...

On the horizon, the sun melts in red gold.
A gray flotilla of evening mists is flowing down the river.
I'm walking through a field with two poplars, one tree next to another...
They look from high into space like an abyss - a landscape without you.

(murmurando)

I guess it's September that made me feel almost nothing anymore,
I listen to how the heat dies down now, the silence pulsates...
You're probably feeling good somewhere at this time, I'm sure it's nice.
And all around - a landscape without sadness... A landscape without me...

Nights and days you don't know about.
Autumn and landscape without you... Without you.