Masters: Żono moja (2025)

When the sky cries above us
Your golden hair are getting wet
Beautiful letter, our meeting
The postman is lifting the wind somewhere
The sun shines over the mountains,
The silver moon behind the mountains
One is fighting with another,
And we're in love.

My wife, my sweetheart
There's no another like the two of us
Cause I love your eyes
To madness, to evening
My wife, my sweetheart
There's no another like the two of us
Cause I love your eyes
To madness, to evening
My wife


There's no another like the two of us
Our love is not boasting
Even the sky is not afraid
Nothing won't take us apart
The sun shines over the mountains,
The silver moon behind the mountains
One is fighting with another,
And we're in love.

My wife, my sweetheart
There's no another like the two of us
Cause I love your eyes
To madness, to evening
My wife, my sweetheart
There's no another like the two of us
Cause I love your eyes
To madness, to evening
My wife