Magda Steczkowska: Życie jest nowelą

Like Vivaldi's ''Four Seasons''
The light is changing in your eyes
Tell me life someting nice
Don't run so, please, give me a rest

Life, life is a novel
Which you are never fed with it
Yesterday white, white veil
Tommorow white, white hair

Life, life is a novel
Once friendly and once hostlie
Sometimes you want to get rid of yourself,
But you don't have to someone

Every family is like a tree
Breaking loose, time changes them
Like Vivaldi's ''Four Seasons''
A pinch of admiration, a sip of suffering

Life, life is a novel
Which you are never fed with it
Yesterday white, white veil
Tommorow white, white hair

Life, life is a novel
What draws you like a river
You want to know future today
But you have to wait