Kwiat Jabłoni - Buka

It's quiet in the valley
And I finally I live down there
I keep an eye out on the world
And it's been like this for years now

And you ask me why there's frost on the grass
and where's the black front coming from
of the clouds coming toward us
The wind's blowing from all sides
I'd better close the door

I know there's nothing more scary than the Groke
She says she'll be back but you don't know when
and she will stand outside the house 'cause you can't lie to yourself
The fear is the same as back then

I look out the window
I don't think anyone came
But allegedly
not all can be seen when...

there's frost on the window panes and the grass
When the black front is coming
of the clouds coming toward us
The wind's blowing from all sides
I'd better close the door

I know there's nothing more scary than the Groke
She says she'll be back but you don't know when
and she will stand outside the house 'cause you can't lie to yourself
The fear is the same as back then

I know there's nothing more scary than the Groke
She says she'll be back but you don't know when
and she will stand outside the house 'cause you can't lie to yourself
The fear is the same as back then

After all these years what I know for certain
is that when she comes, one thing will be clear
The bad thoughts were never worth it
I'll leave my door open