Pod Budą - Ballada o ciotce Matyldzie

Between the attic and the basement
In some old tenement
There lives someone who knows it all

Knows well what flowers like
And remembers all the dates
And the family troubles, she'd known them for a hundred years

Auntie Matilda, all in curlers
Has a spoiled cat
And a hope that the world will change yet

Auntie Matilda, in torn slippers
Waits constantly for the mailman
Who brings the pension, and crept into favor

Until one day he knocked
And behind the door, a dull silence
Disappeared someone who knew it all

Unwatered, wilted flowers
Forgotten went the dates
And on my desk a small stone fell

Auntie Matilda, walking up to the blue gates
She likes it there already
And calls loudly to the Lord, let me in!

Auntie Matilda, has a crown of curlers
And under her arm carries the cat
After all, the poor thing couldn't be left all alone

Auntie Matilda, walking up to the blue gates
She likes it there already
And calls loudly to the Lord, let me in!

Auntie Matilda, has a crown of curlers
And under her arm carries the cat
After all, the poor thing couldn't be left all alone