Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Włóczędzy

Trio : Gintrowski, Kaczmarski, Łapiński - "The Wanderers"

We enter with our faces red from frost,
We sit by the fire dancing with joy,
We rub the prints of the ropes from our wrists,
We cry for wine and bread and fat,
The locals watch us silently from under the walls
Tense, ready for anything.

We absorb greedily with big bites,
We swallow alcohol until it growls in our pears,
We'll burp sometimes, we'll fart somatimes,
The scent of the wanderer rose from the bench into the heat
It flows under the local walls like a hand
That says - stop being afraid.

We sing songs about the road and work,
About no money and no love
Local drunks arise from sleep,
They listen with the eyes of a rational past,
Someone will get up, come up and ask - who are we?
- We, children of freedom, we are the dogs homeless.

They will join your attitude and ask timidly
Where is better and where is money good?
And shadows tangled beneath a low ceiling
And it's getting tighter and stiffer and louder
For here are vagrants with a dark pasts
They will be oracle to the people.

We are talking about wars in the lands
We lie about the riches gained, lost,
They listen like to holy mass, pour us wine,
And the maidens will sit down too, emboldened,
To fire will host throw more wood,
Longnight will benefit him .

Hot, we tell an amazing story
Envying them for being so curious,
although they have what everyone would like to have,
And for - anything - ready to pledge
To roam and seek and wander like us
And live without seasons, without days and nights.

We drink and everyone already has an eye for something
This accommodation in a bakery*, this busty maid,
Dawn will find us again outside the town on the slope,
Where no one really owns anything
A wonderful solution and dreams:
"We, children of freedom, we homeless dogs ..."