Rozzi Rozmus - Mówili Na Nią Słońce

Do you remember as we have been waiting
for eleven faded months
on the first splash of a blue wave
and the gulls dancing in the wind?

Do you remember the beaches singing,
restless guitar playing,
her body like a calendar of dreams
we were learning, brother, by heart

They called her Sun,
gray sand of the Baltic Sea turned into a hot subtropical paradise
They called her Sun and you sighed out the blues
The nights were so bright as if there were no more clouds
They called her Sun

She left us by the end of summer
at the beginning of winter drafts
she tasted like a cotton candy
sweet sister of July evenings

We broke the bottles and the glasses
and said goodbye with our noses bleading
Buns don't taste the same these days
and the dynamite already faded out from our hearts

They called her Sun,
gray sand of the Baltic Sea turned into a hot subtropical paradise...