Stare Dobre Małżeństwo - Biała lokomotywa

She glided through the black meadows
She glided through the burned forest
She passed the charred remains of the gates
She ran through the memories of the cities -
White Locomotive (x2)

How she came to the land of death
This living ghost, a real miracle
Here, among empty, miserable poems
Where there is only a black dust -
White Locomotive (x2)

Ah who, ah who made this
So beautiful, generous gift
Who sent her to me
That I get out of here -
White Locomotive (x2)

Ah who, who could it be
Who can't live without me
Who begs me, that I resurrect
That I wake up in the clear call
Of White Locomotive (x2)

We're gliding through the black meadows
We're gliding through the burned forest
We're passing the charred remains of the gates
We're running through the memories of the cities
With White Locomotive (x2)

To where the bees buzz, the river splashes
To where there's a sunshine and shadows of trees
To her who's waiting for me in my life
Carry me to the life again, carry me -
O, White Locomotive (x4)